King Krule – Cellular Lyrics


Cellular By King Krule

There’s a television
There’s a television speaking to me
There’s a French girl
On my television
She’s crying in the palm of my hand

In moving mental
I read the paper, or just the photo
I rip one out in my hand
There’s a massacre, across the ocean
I can see it in the palm of my hands

(Me hundo cada vez mas al fondo)

Below the ground floor
I’m losing signal, we’ve lost connection
I left her dying, she was still crying
And now she’s lying in my head
Above the third rail, shrapnel flying
Next door’s wobbling
But I’m riding to the end
What am I good for?
I’ve got no signal
Abandoned, to the voice in my head

I phone my ex
I phone my ex
I phone my ex
I phone my ex

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