Alice | Jonatha Brooke

🎵 Alice | Jonatha Brooke 🎵 - Length: 0:3:16

Alice - Written by Jonatha Brooke Recorded Live April 11, 2025 Live from Norfolk Street is an on-going concert series recorded live at McGonigel's Mucky Duck in Houston, Texas. Our live-streamed concert series is listener supported. For access to our catalog of full length shows, extras, encores, and interviews, become a contributing member at: https://livefromnorfolkstreet.com/ Lyrics: Alice, you're out on a limb Won't  you come back in? This  can't wait, you can't escape the state that you're in You're picking at scars You're barking at stars All  your tears gather here, I know it's hard 'Cause  you just want to disappear Alice, tell me what you do Late  at night up in your room Are you listening for a friend To tell you that this has to end? The currency of your sweet will Is  lost inside a tiny pill You hide under your window sill Who is it you're trying to kill? Alice, I love you still Alice, I always will Oh Alice, I'm calling your name 'Cause you're not to blame You can't hear through the fear Don't be ashamed You know you're the one Could light up the sun You can't see who you could be You want to run Oh but Alice, you're the world to me Mmm, and I can't stand for you to bleed Alice, tell me what you do Late at night up in your room Are you listening for a friend To tell you that this has to end? The currency of your sweet will Is lost inside a tiny pill You hide under your window sill Who is it you're trying to kill? Alice, I love you still Alice, I always will And who do you blame, the moth or the flame? The gun or the shooter, the pill or the pain? (Alice, tell me what you do) Alice I love you still (Late at night up in your room) Alice I always will (Are you listening for a friend) Who is it you're trying to kill? (To tell you that this has to end?) Alice I'll always, always love you (Has to end, has to end, has to end, has to end) Who do you blame, the moth or the flame? (Alice, tell me what you do) The gun or the shooter, the pill or the pain? (Late at night up in your room) Who do you blame, it's always the same (Alice, tell me what you do) It's pulling you under (Late at night up in your room) But you like the rush of the game, of the game, of the game (In your room, in your room, in your room, in your room)