Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ponderlust, artist - Burton Cummings. Album song Above the Ground, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 24.10.2017
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Ponderlust |
I knew someday I’d be a helpless pawn |
I knew sometime that I’d be judged with sinners |
Can’t go on |
I know how hard it is to kill a memory |
I know how hard it is to stay alone |
I don’t expect a lot of folks to like me |
Don’t matter now, they don’t matter now |
I know how hard it is to share your spirit |
I know how hard it is to try and try |
I know how cruel it is when things get shaky |
And you cry, and you cry |
Hard up, hard up for amusement |
When you turned, you turned to the darker side, |
You were never meant to understand the things that drive you |
And those questions and those questions |
They can tear you down |
I know how envy does the strangest dances |
I know how easy comes this thing called pity |
I know how you can run |
City to city, looking for pity |
Bridesmaids |
The only solution |
Isn’t it amazing? |
In a car, on a freeway |
There’s a priest who’s crying, a priest who’s dying |
In a graveyard beneath a full moon |
I see a black cat lying with its throat cut |
I know how age can wear the mask of wisdom |
I know how easy it is to stumble too |
So many questions that you can’t get napping |
It’s true |
I know how shitty it is when friends will use you |
I know how hard it is to grow up tall |
I know how losers can just turn your words round |
Till you fall |
I knew someday the music might get evil |
I knew someday I’d be a helpless pawn |
I knew sometime that I’d be judged with sinners |
Can’t go on |
I know how hard it is when friends desert you |
I know that love becomes this thing called pity |
I know how you can run you can run |
City to city, looking for pity |
I know how age can wear the mask of wisdom |
I know how easy it is to stumble, too |
Too many questions and you’ll never get napping |
It’s true, it’s true, yeah, it’s true |
You know it’s true, what are we inside? |