The Tingles - Paul Smith

Beginnings, and how I felt the tingles

Let’s not talk about the endings

Or how drawn out they can be

You’re halfway through and you pick the ending

What’s gonna happen?

All points in between

All points in between

We had a conversation, and we decided

Three cups of Coca-Cola would suffice

Well I’m a weak man, with a mind like water

I still felt the tingles

As they rippled through our life

Does the ceiling inspire this silence?

A mess of colors creeping, amongst the fall of all desire

I couldn’t touch you because your body wasn’t there

I couldn’t reach you, now you’re a major concern