The Chills

Album cover art for "The Chills" by Peter Bjorn and John

Peter Bjorn and John - Pop, Rock

The Chills

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Lyrics

Your tongue is sharp,  But I miss the taste of it You say time heals,  There's not enough of it The lesson's hard and cruel to keep To lock the door, to hide the key To hear you cast a spell and speak And still have hours left to sleep Your field... Is crowded... And there is still... No place... For someone... Like me to fill Don't know 'bout love,  But I know the lack of it Don't know 'bout luck,  But I'm losing track of it The lesson's hard and cruel to keep To lock the door, to go to sleep I know that time don't heal, it kills You're giving me the chills Your field... Is crowded... And there is still... No place... For someone... Like me to fill Your field... The lessons are too cruel to keep,  Is crowded... To lock the door, to hide the key And there is still... No place... To hear you cast a spell and speak,  For someone... And still have hours left to sleep Like me to fill You're... The lesson's hard and cruel to keep,  Giving... To lock the door, to go to sleep Me... the chills... You're... I know that time don't heal, it kills Giving... You're giving me the chills Me... the chills... You're... Giving... Me... the chills... You're giving me the chills You're... Giving... Me... the chills...

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Credits

Writers
  • Björn Yttling
  • John Eriksson
  • Peter Morén