Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Continental Breakfast, artist - Courtney Barnett. Date of issue: 12.10.2017
Song language: English
Continental Breakfast |
| You won’t believe what I coulda told ya |
| But I don’t believe I’ve the balls to let you know |
| I can say that 'cause I’m a man |
| But I feel like a little boy… today |
| I cherish my intercontinental friendships |
| We talk it over continental breakfast |
| In a hotel in East Bumble-wherever |
| Somewhere on the sphere, around here |
| I cherish my intercontinental friendships |
| Not much very big on enemies |
| So I kick a can way up into the sun, man |
| But it falls down into a ravine |
| I don’t mean to even think about it that way, but I do |
| Watchin' the waves come in at night |
| From my back porch stoop, porch swing swingin' on its own |
| See it’s just an inhabitant of some holy ghost |
| I walk like a bruised ego along shorefront property un-owned to me |
| But I’m feelin' inferior on the interior don’t ya see |
| Guarded and sentimental (and after all, its just a rental) |
| (Like better luck performin' telekinesis on a priestess) |
| You won’t believe what I mighta, coulda told ya |
| But I wouldn’t wanna leave ya trippin' out over it |
| OK, more-so me, but… |
| (Or just me) |
| Watchin' the waves come in at night |
| From my back porch stoop, porch swing swingin' on its own |
| See it’s just an inhabitant of some holy ghost |
| I cherish my intercontinental friendships |
| We talk it over continental breakfast |
| In a hotel in East Bumble-wherever |
| Somewhere on the sphere, around here |