Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Ballad of the Costa Concordia, artist - Car Seat Headrest. Date of issue: 19.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Ballad of the Costa Concordia |
| I used to like the mornings |
| I’d survived another night |
| I’d walk to breakfast through the garden |
| See the flowers stretching in the sunlight |
| Now I wake up in the mornings |
| And all the kindness is drained out of me |
| I spend hours just wincing |
| And trying to regain some sense of peace |
| If only I could sustain my anger |
| Feel it grow stronger and stronger |
| It sharpens to a point and sheds my skin |
| Shakes off the weight of my sins |
| And takes me to heaven |
| I stay up late every night |
| Out of some general protest |
| But with no one to tell you to come to bed |
| It’s not really a contest |
| Maybe you think |
| I’ll learn from my mistake |
| But not this time |
| It’s just gonna break me |
| If only I could sustain my anger |
| Feel it grow stronger and stronger |
| It sharpens to a point and sheds my skin |
| Shakes off the weight of my sins |
| And takes me to heaven |
| And if I’ve lost you for good |
| Could it have been any other way? |
| Was the water filling up for years |
| Or did I wreck it all in a day? |
| I’m going to bed now |
| I’ve sunk into my sorrows |
| And it’ll take three hundred million dollars |
| To get me up tomorrow |
| I won’t go down with this shit |
| I will put my hands up and surrender |
| There will be no more flags above my door |
| I have lost, and always will be |
| It was an expensive mistake |
| It was an expensive mistake |
| My horse broke his back to get me here |
| I have his blood on my hands for no reason |
| But what was I supposed to do? |
| How was I supposed to know how to use a tube amp? |
| How was I supposed to know how to drive a van? |
| How was I supposed to know how to ride a bike without hurting myself? |
| How was I supposed to know how to make dinner for myself? |
| How was I supposed to know how to hold a job? |
| How was I supposed to remember to grab my backpack after I set it down to play |
| basketball? |
| How was I supposed to know how to not get drunk every |
| Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and — why not — Sunday? |
| How was I supposed to know how steer this ship? |
| How the hell was I supposed to steer this ship? |
| It was an expensive mistake |
| You can’t say you’re sorry and it’s over |
| I was given a body that is falling apart |
| My house is falling apart |
| And I was given a mind that can’t control itself |
| And I was given a ship that can’t steer itself |
| And what about the pain I’m in right now? |
| And what about a vacation? |
| And what about a vacation to feel good? |
| My horse broke his back and left me here |
| How was I supposed to know? |
| And God won’t forgive me |
| And you won’t forgive me |
| Not unless I open up my heart |
| And how am I supposed to do that |
| When I go to this same room every night |
| And sleep in the same bed every night? |
| The same fucking bed |
| Red comforter with the white stripes |
| And the yellow ceiling light makes me feel like I’m dying |
| This sea is too familiar |
| How many nights have I drowned here? |
| How many times have I drowned? |
| I give up |
| Let us take you back to where we came in |
| We were united, an undivided nation |
| We got divided, it was something inside us |
| And it was not us |
| We were so naive, we were just like animals |
| Told what to believe by the beasts who took control |
| We wanted control too, but that was normal |
| Cause our life was one of survival |
| The decisions we’ve made, if you can call it deciding |
| With your life on the line, it’d be social suicide to change your mind |
| So we got mad and we split the scene |
| Now we download all of our shit for free |
| It’s the new economy, we have nothing to offer and we sleep on trash |
| I give up |
| Let us take you back to where you came in |
| A man clinging to the cliff of revelation |
| So scared of what he would find, he started crying |
| «It was not me» |
| Stopped at the borderline they took his disguise |
| So he read a book that won a Pulitzer prize |
| It was about death |
| It didn’t help |
| He saw himself in it |
| And he was disturbed at the conclusions it led to |
| But he couldn’t say what because the author was dead too |
| And so though he made fun of us, he has now become one of us |
| I give up |
| I give up |
| I give up |
| I give up |
| I give up |
| And you wake up trembling |
| From a dream where I swam into the river |
| I reach out and hold you in my arms |
| I love you, I love you, I love you |