Lyrics
Sweet sound of a rare bird
With combination skin
Walk away from the car wreck
Two bruises on her bare arms
Sucking on the medicine
Sweet pain of a cold glass
On the table that you set for me
Counting down to the car crash
Three secrets on a mattress
It's the turn of the century
Turn of the century
And everything will feel better
When we get it out
That's called felicity
Felicity
And everything will feel better
When we get it out
That's called felicity
Felicity
Sweet sight of an old friend
With abalone eyes
He says you gotta be conscious
Stop acting like you've lost it
Both punishment and prize
Both punishment and prize
And everything will feel better
When we get it out
That's called felicity
Felicity
And everything will feel better
When we get it out
That's called felicity
Felicity
Spit it in the palm of my hand
That's an anger I can understand
Say what you've been meaning
Get it off your jaw
Punch me in the viscera
I can take it
Spit it in the palm of my hand, yeah
That's an anger I can understand
Say what you've been meaning
Get it off your jaw
Punch me in the viscera
I can take it
And everything will feel better
When we get it out
That's called felicity (felicity)
And everything will feel better
When we get it out
That's called felicity
Felicity
WRITERS
Jared Solomon, Miya Folick
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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