Catapult

Counting Crows · Live In New York City-1997 [2012]

All of the sudden she dissapears

Just yesterday she was here

Somebody tell me if I am sleeping

Someone should be with me here

'Cause I dont wanna be alone



I wanna be the knife that cuts into my hand

And I wanna be scattered from here in this catapult

What a big baby

Won't somebody save me please

You won't find nobody home



All of these quiet battered voices

Wait for the hunger to come

We got little revolvers and stupid choices

And no one to say when we're done

Well I don't wanna bring you down



I wanna be the light that burns out your eyes

'Cause I know there's little things about me

That would sing in the silence of

So much rejection in every connection I make

I can't find nobody home



I wanna be the light that burns out your eyes

'Cause I know there's little things about me

That would sing in the silence of

So much rejection in every connection I make

I wanna be the last thing that you hear when you're falling asleep



I wanna be the knife that cuts into my hand

And I wanna be scattered from here in this catapult

What a big baby

Won't somebody save me please

I can't find nobody home