Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song So Far So Good, artist - Sims. Album song Lights Out Paris, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.06.2015
Record label: Doomtree
Song language: English
So Far So Good |
| Just a couple of weeks ago I was in Minneapolis, St. Paul Airport |
| I was walking down the hall and all of a sudden I was confronted |
| With a big poster, which said something to the effect of: |
| «Are you tired, exhausted, hurried, and harried? |
| If so, we can take you away from all this in an escape machine» |
| «An escape machine?», you might ask |
| But you see, the really vital question: |
| «Why am I tired, exhausted, hurried, and harried?» |
| This question is what I ask |
| The whole world’s turning out just for you |
| Just for you ' Just for you |
| The moon’s burning out now just for you |
| Just for you ' Just for you |
| The whole world’s turning out just for you |
| Just for you ' Just for you |
| The moon’s burning out now just for you |
| Just for you ' Just for you |
| You’ve got the world on a string now, don’t you? |
| (Don't you?) |
| It moves to the speed of your hands |
| Commanded at the snap of your digits |
| You can spin it how you wanna spin it ' I’m just here to visit |
| Just passing through ' Maybe kick a few notes, you know |
| But I’ve been tone-deaf since my girl left, and it shows |
| Building a fire ' Looking for footprints in the snow |
| Tap dancing on landmines, angels bled letters and dead valentines |
| The red Jettas, the vendettas, and tapped landlines |
| And I’m on standby |
| And maybe it’s the greatest maladaptation of our time |
| Overworked and underpaid, the way we waste our minds, right? |
| Barely staying afloat in the exponential growth |
| So we tried out Exit Stencil ' Sketch our own |
| We still feel the hands that are wrapped around our throats |
| We stumble home, fumbling for control of the debris |
| But it’s hard to hold our weight |
| So we wear poker faces and keep switchblades up our sleeves |
| We are boxers fighting off the frost |
| Choking on pride, exhausted and lost |
| Now we survive, for what it’s worth |
| Finding our way with the filament burnt |
| Lights out |
| We don’t have time for passion anymore |
| It’s all metal poses and plastic petal roses |
| We don’t have time for passion anymore |
| It’s all metal poses and plastic petal roses |
| We don’t have time for passion anymore |
| It’s all metal poses and plastic petal roses |
| We don’t have time |