Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paul Simon, artist - The Russian Futurists. Date of issue: 16.06.2020
Song language: English
Paul Simon |
| There’s this one word, it’s called comfort, |
| It’s the strangest, most dangerous place I could hide |
| It’s a wonder, this cold comfort |
| Hasn’t hollowed and swallowed you and I from inside |
| You’re my first point, on the worst nights |
| My gut knots up, my heart bursts like |
| A pinata pops, this has gotta stop, watch the water drop from clouds, |
| it sure rains a lot |
| And I’ve felt how a heart melts down |
| I’m so burnt out; |
| I’m a shell now |
| It’s the worst of lows, it’s the first to go, it’s the last to come back when |
| the sun melts the snow |
| What I’m giving, you is taking, |
| Lots of lying and some faking |
| Have I gone too far? |
| Am I too far gone? |
| I’ve been up all night and fight to |
| keep out the dawn |
| And we’ve felt how our hearts melt down |
| We’re so burnt out; |
| we’re a shell now |
| It’s the worst of lows, it’s the first to go, it’s the last to come back when |
| the sun melts the snow |