Shrine To Fast Goodbyes Songtext
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Drinks aside, it's time we tried to stay somewhere.
Take my only souvenir, hold it up high, toss it off the roof.
If it should break, tell me how it sounds when it lands.
Steal time when there isn't enough,
Turn the wheel, I'm backing it up.
Don't feel old, hope I'm backing up.
Don't feel old
Bloodshot eye, a ringing in the left ear.
1975 ringing in my right ear.
Our simple rules failed each other,
We're close to used to being wrong.
Now it's gone, get undressed, feeling hopeless
Work weary world, see no sign of relief
Still I find time to complain of a shortage
while the excess collects at their feet.
Always say that we will, but we don't.
Always say that we did, when we did nothing.
Drinks aside, the day today is the monotone.
Now there's nowhere left to go
Build a shrine to fast goodbyes
What's the mistake?
What's the mistake?
Steal time when there isn't enough,
Turn the wheel, I'm backing it up. Don't feel old, hope I'm backing up.
Don't feel old
Bloodshot eye, ringing in the left ear,
1975 ringing in my right ear.
Our simple rules failed each other,
We're both reduced to being wrong.
Here and it's gone get undressed, feeling hopeless.
Work weary world, see no sign of relief.
Still they find time to complain of a shortage,
while the excess collects at their feet.
Above, the sun rising late hasn't set yet.
Work weary world, too tired now to ever sleep.
From watching you all complain of a shortage,
while the excess collects at your feet.
The excess collects at your feet.
Between the church and under haiku,
It is roped in deep blue.
Take my only souvenir, hold it up high, toss it off the roof.
If it should break, tell me how it sounds when it lands.
Steal time when there isn't enough,
Turn the wheel, I'm backing it up.
Don't feel old, hope I'm backing up.
Don't feel old
Bloodshot eye, a ringing in the left ear.
1975 ringing in my right ear.
Our simple rules failed each other,
We're close to used to being wrong.
Now it's gone, get undressed, feeling hopeless
Work weary world, see no sign of relief
Still I find time to complain of a shortage
while the excess collects at their feet.
Always say that we will, but we don't.
Always say that we did, when we did nothing.
Drinks aside, the day today is the monotone.
Now there's nowhere left to go
Build a shrine to fast goodbyes
What's the mistake?
What's the mistake?
Steal time when there isn't enough,
Turn the wheel, I'm backing it up. Don't feel old, hope I'm backing up.
Don't feel old
Bloodshot eye, ringing in the left ear,
1975 ringing in my right ear.
Our simple rules failed each other,
We're both reduced to being wrong.
Here and it's gone get undressed, feeling hopeless.
Work weary world, see no sign of relief.
Still they find time to complain of a shortage,
while the excess collects at their feet.
Above, the sun rising late hasn't set yet.
Work weary world, too tired now to ever sleep.
From watching you all complain of a shortage,
while the excess collects at your feet.
The excess collects at your feet.
Between the church and under haiku,
It is roped in deep blue.
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