Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Noah's Titanic , by - Antje Duvekot. Song from the album New Siberia, in the genre Музыка мираRelease date: 17.09.2012
Record label: Antje Duvekot, CRS
Song language: English
Noah's Titanic |
| «Molly is dead and the birds have gone south,» |
| Said the joker to the thief |
| «My nerves are live wire, and I’m burning on fire |
| Got a paper in my pocket and a coupon for a cup of peace |
| Truly there was nothing that we really lacked |
| Except the feeling of alive |
| That’s why I turned to art, that’s how you got to jail |
| And now you’re out on bail, fairytale, searching for the Holy Grail |
| And closer to the truth, than the kettle to the stove |
| And the moment that I noticed that I didn’t wanna know |
| I got a pain in my heart, a burn in my throat |
| They go down to my belly, got a bullet of a load |
| I got an ache in my head, my confidence broke |
| Got a lot of lost time on the shoes of my soul, yeah" |
| «Jesus, joker,» said the thief, «This can’t be my life |
| Oh, something’s been thrown, like an arrow or a stone |
| Now the solitude is warmer and I’d rather be alone |
| We lost our friends to the everyday |
| To the drugs and the dreams |
| To the girls in the bars, the boys in the cars |
| When your shitty little love life reaches just to the horizon |
| And you’re closer to the truth, than the kettle to the stove |
| And the moment that I noticed that I didn’t wanna know |
| I got a pain in my heart, a burn in my throat |
| They go down to my belly, got a bullet of a load |
| I got an ache in my head, my confidence broke |
| Got a lot of lost time on the shoes of my soul |
| Yeah, the light at the end of the tunnel isn’t really a light |
| If we got any closer we would find that it’s only a mirror |
| Reflecting our search lamps, here in the darkness, here in the homeland |
| We’ll always be searching for permanence in quicksand |
| And frenzied collecting things that we just can’t hold |
| But we will hang on with our teeth" |
| «Molly is dead and the birds have gone south,» |
| Said the joker to the thief |
| «My nerves are live wire and I’m burning on fire |
| Got a paper in my pocket and a coupon for a cup of peace |
| Truly there was nothing that we really lacked |
| Except the feeling of alive |
| That’s why I turned to art, that’s how you got to jail |
| And now you’re out on bail, fairytale, searching for the Holy Grail |
| And closer to the truth, than the kettle to the stove |
| And the moment that I noticed that I didn’t wanna know |
| I got a pain in my heart, a burn in my throat |
| They go down to my belly, got a bullet of a load |
| I got an ache in my head, my confidence broke |
| Got a lot of lost time on the shoes of my soul |
| Yeah, the light at the end of the tunnel isn’t really a light |
| If we got any closer we would find that it’s only a mirror |
| Reflecting our search lamps, here in the darkness, here in the homeland |
| We’ll always be searching for permanence in quicksand |
| And frenzied collecting things that we just can’t hold" |