Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bus Lines, artist - ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead.
Date of issue: 19.10.2014
Song language: English
Bus Lines |
Always the bus ride seems to last forever |
Always the best of time we will always measure |
Stand on the painted step, red face and sunburnt neck |
Book open on your lap, page you soon forgot |
Pull away your thumb, realize what you’ve done |
Listen to a different song, march to a different drum |
That never comes… |
Clouds across the plain, bus up north again |
Ghost within your head, the one you thought was dead |
Gaze out at the glass into a distant past |
Try to understand contradictions of the land |
Try to conjure back, broken but still intact |
Learning to become a marcher to a different drum |
You’ll soon become one |
And if it’s gone |
It was the wrong one |
Feels like something’s taking over us |
Feels like torture, get me off the bus |
Rain from a different day, roads are wet again |
Stains from a different time, landmines deep inside |
Do you remember how the bus broke down for several hours |
Queue at the border check, guards breathing down our neck |
Can’t wait for the rain to end, can’t wait to be home again |
Never managed to keep track of that book and now it’s gone |
Buy another one |
How long |
This go on |
Feels like torture, get me off the bus |
Feels like something’s taking over us |
Feels like torture, get me off the bus |
Feels like something’s taking over us |
Always the bus ride seems to last forever |
Always the best of time we will always treasure |
How long |
How long |
How long |
How long |
Feels like something’s taking over us |
Feels like something’s taking over us |