Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boiled Frogs, artist - City and Colour. Date of issue: 18.01.2010
Song language: English
Boiled Frogs |
| Old man sits at his desk |
| One year from retirement |
| And he’s up for review |
| He’s not quite sure what to do |
| Each passing year |
| The workload grows |
| I’m always wishing |
| I’m always wishing too late |
| For things to come my way |
| It always ends up the same |
| And I must be missing |
| I must be missing the point |
| Your signal fades away |
| And all I’m left with is noise |
| So wait up |
| I’m not sleeping alone again tonight |
| There’s so much to dream about |
| There must be more to my life |
| Poor little tin man |
| Still swinging his axe |
| Even though, even though |
| His joints are clogged with rust |
| My youth is slipping |
| My youth is slipping away |
| Safe in monotony |
| Day after day |
| My youth is slipping |
| My youth is slipping away |
| Cold wind blows off the lake |
| And I know for sure that it’s too late |
| So wait up |
| I’m not sleeping alone again tonight |
| There’s so much to dream about |
| There must be more to my life |
| Wait up |
| I’m not sleeping alone again tonight |
| Between the light and shallow waves |
| Is where I’m going to die |
| So won’t you wait up for me? |
| Won’t you wait up for me? |
| Won’t you wait up for me? |
| Oh, wait up for me |