Letra da Música Don't Blame It On The Trains de Art Brut

Nothing feels that urgent to me,
Unless it's happening immediately,
So unless it's some sort of emergency,
Leave me be, I'm comfy.

What am I doing this weekend?
Avoiding phone calls from all my friends,
I presume by now theyd've understood,
My warm duvet just feels too good,
Hey, I'm sorry that I'm late,
It's just I love the place between asleep and awake,
Just leave me be and save yourself,
Or there's no way you're gonna get out the house.

Nothing feels that urgent to me,
Unless it's happening immediately,
So unless it's some sort of emergency,
Leave me be, I'm comfy,
The last thing I want is clarity,
I'm not interested in finding out what's going on with me,
But if I have to I'd like to do it slowly,
And somewhere really comfy.

What am I doing this weekend?
Avoiding phone calls from all my friends,
I presume by now theyd've understood,
My warm duvet just feels too good,
I won't be sorry when I'm late,
I love the place between asleep and awake,
Just leave me be and save yourself,
Or you're never gonna get out of the house.

Nothing feels that urgent to me,
Unless it's happening immediately,
So shush, leave me be,
And I'll get to it eventually,
I've fifteen-minutes'd my day away,
I've fifteen-minutes'd my day away,
Whoops I've snoozed my day.

What am I doing this weekend?
Avoiding phone calls from all my friends,
I presume by now theyd've understood,
My warm duvet it just feels too good,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm late,
It's just I love the place between asleep and awake,
Just leave me be and save yourself,
Otherwise there's no way you're gonna get out the house.

I'm not sleeping,
Bring me tea, I'm thinking.