Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talk It To Death, artist - Del Amitri. Album song Waking Hours, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Record label: Mercury
Song language: English
Talk It To Death |
You have to laugh a lot at what we throw away that half the Earth’s not got |
And who’s in charge when there’s barbed-wire fences 'round the graveyards |
And I know it’s about time we got to the point we’ve been denying |
Maligning problems of the world is fine |
But I can’t keep talking when it’s running through my mind |
So I’ve got the feeling and you’ve got the feeling I guess |
It’s on the tips of our tongues it’s at the base of our breath |
But though the night is young it will grow up before too long |
So say yes… before we talk talk talk it to death |
Beneath the sewers there’s stone |
Beneath the stone there’s the water which we pipe into our homes |
So when the rich mock what’s below them |
They mock the whiskey and the beer and every burgundy they own |
And I know now who’s in love with you so let’s stop the conversation and see |
I don’t want you to think or hesitate when I declare that who to be me |
So I’ve got the feeling and you’ve got the feeling I guess |
It’s on the tips of our tongues it’s at the base of our breath |
But though the night is young it will grow up before too long |
So say yes… before we talk talk talk it to death |
Okay girl, we both know outside this room there’s boardrooms of creeps |
Calling famine kids cannibals and killing for cameras |
But tonight, it’s right, and forgive me for noticing |
You’re wearing a dress |
So let’s not talk this to death |
Now I’m stuffing coins into a meter |
And I’m cold and I’m bored and I’ve wasted all my food |
My mind is rotting while my eyes are glued |
To the last few minutes of the flickering tube |
And we know things get repeated, so no one gives themselves away |
We try to disguise our feelings, but we just talk them all completely away |
So I’ve got the feeling and you’ve got the feeling I guess |
It’s on the tips of our tongues it’s at the base of our breath |
But though the night is young it will grow up before too long |
So say yes… before we talk talk talk it to death |