Teddy Thompson - Turning The Gun On Myself Lyrics

Teddy Thompson
A Piece Of What You Need
Turning The Gun On Myself
The morning is bright
it's rapper's delight
floats up to my room from the street

and who would distrurb
a slumbering world
with this he said in this beat

i'm takin' my aim
from this window pane
and i'm turning the gun on myself

the upper west side
is supposed to be quiet
is supposed to be wealthy and dull

so how to explain
this thundering pain
that's pushing its way through my skull

i'm taking a leave
of my senses you see
and i'm turning the gun on myself

[guitar solo]

New York is loud
it's wonderfully loud
i wouldn't live anywhere else

and i need my rest
to be at my best
away from the (????? of ?????)

i'm losing my will
and shooting to kill
and i'm turning the gun on myself

i'm losing my will
and i'm shooting to kill
and i'm turning the gun on myself