Testo Mixed Up

My mind is on fire, on a desert rock
Big skies right above and drinks around the clock
I know you've been looking for me
I'm a loser, baby, kill me
Trying to keep the feeling (now), I'm holding on

Head down
Feet up All is
Mixed up

Found a place for my recordings north of the West Gate
Poured dreams in my glass trying to navigate
I know you see right through me
I'm a loser, baby, kill me
Trying to keep the feeling, I'm holding on

Head down
Feet up
All is
Mixed up

New ways, lane ways Going to see Cut Copy play
Sun's down, bats (are) out
I'm holding on