King Krule - Cellular Lyrics

There's a television
There's a television speaking to me
There's a French girl
On my television
She's crying in the palm of my hand

In moving mental
I read the paper, or just the photo
I rip one out with my hand
There's a massacre
Across the o-, across the o-, across the ocean
I can see it in the palm of my hands

(Me hundo cada vez máss al fondo)

Below the ground floor
We're losing signal, we've lost connection
I left her dying, she was still crying
And now she's lying in my head

Above the the third rail
Shrapnel flying
Next door's wobbling
But I'm riding to the end

What am I good for?
(What am I good for?)
I've got no signal
Abandoned
To the voice in my head

I phone my ex
I phone my ex
I phone my ex
I phone my ex
I-

I phone my ex
I phone my ex
I phone my ex
I phone my ex
I phone my ex
I phone my ex
I-