Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Frontwards, artist - Pavement. Album song Quarantine The Past: The Best Of Pavement, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 08.03.2010
Record label: Matador
Song language: English
Frontwards |
| I am the only one, |
| Searching for you, |
| And if I get caught, |
| Then the search is through |
| And the stories you hear, |
| You know they never add up |
| I hear the natives fussin' |
| At the data chart, |
| Be quiet |
| The weather’s on the night news… |
| Antique homes, |
| Plastic cones, |
| Stolen rims |
| Are they alloy or chrome? |
| Well I’ve got style, |
| Miles and miles, |
| So much style |
| That it’s wasted, |
| So much style |
| That it’s wasted |
| So much style |
| That its waste---------ed |
| She’s the only one, |
| Who always inhales |
| Paris is stale |
| And it’s war if we fail |
| And in the migrant hotels, |
| They never sleep, |
| They never will |
| Their souls are crumbling |
| Like a dirt clod |
| Hold, your cigarette cuts |
| To the inside |
| Antique homes, |
| Plastic cones, |
| Stolen rims, |
| Are they alloy or chrome? |
| Well I’ve got style, |
| Miles and miles |
| So much style |
| That it’s leavin' |
| It’s pattern’s torn |
| And we’re weavin' |
| This battle’s torn |
| And we’re weavin' |