Figure of 8
Two Day Coma Lyrics

Underneath the swollen sun
Waiting for the cold to come
It's funny how she totes her gun at me

Underneath a leafless tree
Not enough shade for me
It's funny how she speaks at neck-break speed

I've been making figure of eights
All around the room And it's got something to do with you

Underneath the swollen sun
No more distance left to run
You could call it off and come with me

Underneath a leafless tree
Today didn't agree with me
I guess what will be will be, mostly

I've been making figure of eights
All around the room
And it's got something to do with you