Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Talking Song, artist - Cosmo Jarvis.
Date of issue: 25.09.2011
Song language: English
The Talking Song |
So I’m standing in a bullet |
Staring down a greasy gun |
And I’m rubbing people’s shoulders |
But I’m miles from everyone. |
We’re hugging without touching, |
Accepting by refusing |
And that sound of awkward of silence |
Isn’t awkward if it’s soothing |
To the grumpy, grey, old grandma |
Who saw the first King Kong |
Is she at peace or pissed off with the damp? |
Mocked her joints for way too long. |
Looking at your eyelids, |
If they open it’s a danger, |
Oh my god: I’m sharing perfect |
Eye-to-eye time with a stranger. |
One who will forget me like |
The stars forgot the day, |
I guess we always were the crosses |
On a graph anyway. |
If our eyes do share a tiny |
Part of time together |
It’s spend planning how we’ll look |
Away from one another. |
A man with awful glasses wonders |
Where it is she goes |
As he spies a woman sleeping |
That he doesn’t even know, |
And the wrinkles on the faces |
Of the people that I see |
In this clikety-clakety bullet |
Make sense to me. |
We just want to talk, but we are way too scared. |
We just want to talk, but there’s silence here instead. |
We just want to talk, you can never talk enough, |
But we can’t even talk no more, |
So how we s’posed to love? |
She sits and she examines |
With a screwed expression, |
Should’ve checked it in the shop |
And now she’ll never lesson. |
Thinks she got short changed |
So she checks her receipt, |
But I can see the one pound |
Twenty by her feet. |
But can I tell her, can I? |
No. |
'Cause that was force us to connect, |
And that makes me a weirdo |
With a screw loose in my head. |
And our hearts are always close |
To everything that they can get, |
Because it’s better to be safely sorry, |
Everything’s a threat. |
A man is busy munching |
And he’s loving every bite, |
Spending time with some Doritos |
Before he meets his wife, |
And I can stare at you for hours, |
I could help you with a word, |
But pretend you cannot see me, |
It’ll never get heard. |
Practising a speech to |
Himself once again, |
Over and over, 'til |
She smiles in his head and says |
«Okay dad, I know that |
You gotta work late, |
And I’m not gonna cry |
If you miss my play». |
We just want to talk, but we are way too scared. |
We just want to talk, but there’s silence here instead. |
We just want to talk, you can never talk enough, |
But we can’t even talk no more, |
So how we s’posed to love? |
I can see myself in all of you |
And all of you in me |
But a frightened little planet, |
Most of all, is what I see. |
The best friend you never made |
Could be one foot away |
And end up anonymous |
Because you never tried to say |
«Hey». |
Look at that, |
It’s a lady with a pram, |
I’m not gonna help her |
But I do give a damn. |
It’s just that if I offer to |
She might go crazy, |
And think I think she’s weak |
'Cause she’s a lady with a baby. |
I really don’t think |
Anyone knows anymore |
When to talk and so we don’t |
'Cause we’re just not sure. |
And this is why people kinda just |
Wanna be alone, |
So they start little groups |
That just grow and just grow |
And they think one thing |
And it keeps them safe, |
Until another group of people |
Have something else to say, |
And both groups don’t even |
Know what they believe anymore, |
They just know who they hate |
And so they start themselves a war. |
We just want to talk, but we are way too scared. |
We just want to talk, but there’s silence here instead. |
We just want to talk, you can never talk enough, |
But we can’t even talk no more, |
So how we s’posed to love? |
We just want to talk, but we are way too scared. |
We just want to talk, but there’s silence here instead. |
We just want to talk, you can never talk enough, |
But we can’t even talk no more, |
So how we s’posed to love? |