Ice Machines Lyrics by The National is a New English song from the album “First Two Pages of Frankenstein” sung by popular band The National. Lyrics of this song are written by Matt Berninger & Bryce Dessner and music produced by Carin Besser.
Ice Machines Song Details
Singer : The National
Album : First Two Pages of Frankenstein
Lyrics : Matt Berninger, Carin Besser, Bryce Dessner
Music : Bryce Dessner, Matt Berninger, Carin Besser
Ice Machines Lyrics
Cartoons from a television
Whistles from the street
Blackout curtains, summer sirens
Electricity
I don’t need ice machines, I don’t need speaker systems
I don’t need white lights blinking
I don’t need you to witness, I don’t need your forgiveness
I don’t need anything
Finally start to make connections
When everything goes dark
It’s pulling me in all directions
It’s tearing you apart
I don’t need ice machines, I don’t need speaker systems
I don’t need white lights blinking
I don’t need you to witness, I don’t need your forgiveness
I don’t need anything
But I do
What am I doing watching clocks?
Space is too empty, this room’s too hot
What am I doing wandering halls?
Ringing doorbells, pounding walls
I don’t know what to say to people
It only makes things worse
It’s timе to take my silent treatmеnt
This won’t be the first
I don’t need ice machines, I don’t need speaker systems
I don’t need white lights blinking
I don’t need you to witness, I don’t need your forgiveness
I don’t need anything
But I do
What am I doing watching clocks?
Space is too empty, this room’s too hot
What am I doing wandering halls?
Ringing doorbells, pounding walls?
A rock that fell from orbit
I roll across the carpet, under
Frozen flowers on the walls
Leaning on my shoulders
What am I doing watching clocks?
Space is too empty, this room’s too hot
What am I doing wandering halls?
Ringing doorbells, pounding walls?
What am I doing watching clocks?
Space is too empty, this room’s too hot
What am I doing wandering halls?
Ringing doorbells, pounding walls?
What am I doing watching clocks?
Space is too empty, this room’s too hot
What am I doing wandering halls?
Ringing doorbells, pounding walls?