Round Here Lyrics & Tabs by The Himalayans

Round Here

guitar chords lyrics

The Himalayans

Go to sleep little baby
Go to sleep little one
Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog

Where no one notices the contrast of white on white
And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right
I walk in the air, between the rain, through myself and back again
Where? I don’t know
Maria says she’s dying, through the door I hear her cryin’
Why? I don’t know
Round here
We always stand up straight
Round here
Something radiates
Round here we talk just like lions

Round here
Something radiates
Round here we talk just like lions
But we sacrifice like lambs
Round here
She’s slipping through my hands
Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
She said she’d like to meet a boy who looks like
And she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
Just like she’s walkin’ on a wire in the circus
She parks her car outside my warehouse, takes her clothes off
Says she’s close to understanding Jesus
Yeah, she knows she’s more than just a little misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal when she’s nervous
Round here
We’re carving out our names
Round here
We all look the same
Round here
We’re cool as kittens, out there the dogs, they cry
Round here
I’m running out of lives
There, on the violent tide of sleep
She’s fast asleep and dreamin’
Here, on the lightenin’ side of me
She comes awake
She says, “It’s only in my head.”
She says, “Shhh... I know, it’s only in my head.”
The girl on the car in the parking lot
Says, “Man, you should try and take a shot
Can’t you see my walls are crumbling.”
Now she looks up at the building, says she’s thinkin’ of jumping
She says she’s tired of life; she must be tired of something
Round here
She’s always on my mind
Round here
Hey man, I’ve got lots of time
Round here
We’re never sent to bed early, man, nobody makes us wait
Round here
We stay up very, very, very, very late
I said, I’m under the gun round here
I said, I’m under the gun, under the gun, round here
She says, “Why you gotta always...”
Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog
Where no one notices the contrast of white on white
And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right
I can’t see nothin’, nothin’ round here
Said I can’t see no
No, no, no round here
I can’t see nothin’ round here