Tabitha Kermorvant Out of Focus
- Слушали: 2
- Размер: 9.67 MB
- Длительность: 04:13
- Качество: 320 kbps
- Дата релиза: 14.07.2026
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Текст трека Tabitha Kermorvant - Out of Focus
Heavy Beds, Empty Eyes
Heavy beds, empty eyes,
One hundred bodies, frozen cold.
What am I even waiting for? Dancing in
The thin disguise.
Just a shadow on the wall,
Looking through me like I am glass.
Watching all the hours pass,
Waiting for the people to fall.
Out of focus, out of
This shell.
Dancing only with myself.
No one even knows my name.
Turn me down.
Turn me down.
In the track—never look back. Never
Look back. In the track, never look
Back.
A plastic cup left on the side.
The rhythm moves—it does not care.
Lungs are full of empty air.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
Out of focus, out of frame,
Duck on the speaker shelf.
Dancing only with myself.
No one even knows my name.
Turn me down.
Skip the track—never look back.
Never look back. Never look back.
Back, back.
I scream
When the volume is low.
I needed unseen—washed away from the
Screen. Nowhere to be. Nowhere to go.
TURN ME DOWN.
Never look back. Never look back.
Heavy beds, empty eyes,
One hundred bodies, frozen cold.
What am I even waiting for? Dancing in
The thin disguise.
Just a shadow on the wall,
Looking through me like I am glass.
Watching all the hours pass,
Waiting for the people to fall.
Out of focus, out of
This shell.
Dancing only with myself.
No one even knows my name.
Turn me down.
Turn me down.
In the track—never look back. Never
Look back. In the track, never look
Back.
A plastic cup left on the side.
The rhythm moves—it does not care.
Lungs are full of empty air.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
Out of focus, out of frame,
Duck on the speaker shelf.
Dancing only with myself.
No one even knows my name.
Turn me down.
Skip the track—never look back.
Never look back. Never look back.
Back, back.
I scream
When the volume is low.
I needed unseen—washed away from the
Screen. Nowhere to be. Nowhere to go.
TURN ME DOWN.
Never look back. Never look back.