Blueline Medic Up Against The Fault Lyrics

Up Against The Fault Lyrics

No call this morning, no sleep at all.

Not getting any answers searching
through telephones.

Oh absence, take form.

Half cold in a king size
dawn.

Breaking still despite the holding on.

Someone tell me, What
am I doing wrong?

Clothes I can throw away, hair I can cut, strip or
stain.

Moods I promise to turn like corners

and get out of my own
way but on what chance can this stand?

With that, half a heart in some
desperate plan

I dont know who it is I'm up against.

Someone tell
me, What am I doing wrong?

Youre keeping me close and against and I think
to a fault.

I'll have to do something each blazing morning, burns a little
slow.

Is there something needs telling?

Some good that I'm not
doing?

Provide some helpful point upon which I could fall

or dont
suggest anything.

Its probably nothing,

its nothing if no one can
see that theres anything wrong.