Martin Harley Band Drumrolls For Somersault Lyrics

Mouth is dry, blood shot eyes.
Hunger hits me like a drunken troubadour.
And I taste the roaring laughter
Above the roof birds fly west
Life is strange, but, oh, it is so beautiful.
Head back, look up idle wonder!

Tongue tied, twisted, bent out of shape
Drumrolls for somersaults. Where’s my great escape?

All my words lost in the well
All my good friends, they become invisible!
When I face the morning after…
Acrobats, nine live cats,
Land on their feet, while I was asleep I was dreaming… happy ever after

Tongue tied, twisted, bent out of shape
Drumrolls for somersaults. Where’s my great escape?

I’m out in the woods, but I’m not alone…
Sometimes I feel like I am a lonely ghost.
Out here, looking for a haunting…

Tongue tied, twisted, bent out of shape
Drumrolls for somersaults. Where’s my great escape?

Drumrolls for somersaults. Where’s my great escape? [x3]