Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Play For Today , by - Belle & Sebastian. Song from the album Girls in Peacetime Want to Dance, in the genre ИндиRelease date: 18.01.2015
Record label: Matador
Song language: English
Play For Today |
| Who hides in attics when the sun is up |
| Everyone is at work |
| What will I do? |
| Where will I go? |
| Show me the way |
| The truth, the anger, show me rules of thumb |
| Show the way to grow old |
| Love is a guide |
| The endless river of the soul |
| But we are mean |
| The dried up riverbeds of rock and stone |
| Lust is my friend |
| She comes to me when I am tired |
| Life is a road, death is a myth |
| Love is a fraud, it’s misunderstood |
| Work is a sentence, family’s a drag |
| This house is a trap |
| I’m in a play written today about a girl |
| She gets on perfectly with young and old |
| Everybody loves her |
| What would she wear? |
| Cut off her hair? |
| Wave as she slides |
| Gracefully into the working week |
| She hides her baggage inside |
| She’s got a friend |
| An ugly monster that will eat your face |
| She has to cry |
| A heavy catalogue of wasted time |
| She’s got a friend |
| A lonely monster that will prey on you |
| Life is a secret, death is a myth |
| Love is a fraud, it’s misunderstood |
| Work is a sentence, family’s a drag |
| This house is a trap |
| Life is a secret, death is a myth |
| Love is a fraud, it’s misunderstood |
| Work is a sentence, family’s a drag |
| This house is a trap |
| I’m in a play written today about a boy |
| Tired and melancholy, takes the weight |
| Takes the weight of the world |
| I walked alone, loving a song |
| Walking the earth |
| The worn-out sister who is twenty three |
| Dried and wrinkled, alone |
| I’ll give you a month |
| To see past shadows in your sacred mind |
| I’ll give you a week |
| To look Medusa in the eye |
| I’ll give you a month |
| To notice heaven in the side of stage |
| You’re king inside of your head |
| You’re sitting on the throne of sand |
| You’re pushing back the tide |
| So lift the mountain up |
| So tie writer’s ribbons down |
| Assemble all your troops |
| We go to war with metaphors |
| You’ll suddenly see sense |
| And when you do, I’ll have the higher ground |
| You’re not the king of me |
| I’ll take my chance |
| and play for tyranny |
| I build the sets and light the scene |
| We’re prettier when we’re on the screen |
| I build the sets and light the scene |
| We’ll braver when we’re on the sacred screen |
| The backstage of your life |
| is filled with props and lines |
| You should have sung |
| The backstage of your life |
| is filled with echoes of the ones you loved |