Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ten Year Teardrop , by - Extra life. Song from the album Dream Seeds, in the genre Прогрессивный рокRelease date: 18.03.2013
Record label: Africantape
Song language: English
Ten Year Teardrop |
| Talking the talk with a big white man |
| Talking sharp, talking cool |
| Talking so smooth and so fast |
| A business trip faster than the speed of feelings |
| On a big man’s trip, I get the memo last |
| Talking the talk, I get the memo last |
| Memento mori, my girl long past |
| A mop of hair appears in my suitcase |
| My long gone sweetheart peeks out her cute face |
| Playful and young as she was in life |
| Playful and young as she was in '99 |
| Talking the talk, I get the memo last |
| Memento mori, my girl long past |
| I thought I buried you |
| How did I carry you all these years? |
| I won’t break down, won’t let the big men see my tears |
| I buried you deep, deep down in the dirt of years |
| I won’t break down |
| Fellas, where were we? |
| Talking the talk so I don’t break down |
| Ten years for a tear to hit the ground |
| Ten years for a tear to hit the ground |
| I’m breaking down, I can’t talk right |
| How can you smile? |
| How can you hide from me like this? |
| Gutted to the core, I’m breaking down |
| I’m breaking down |
| I buried you, I buried you |
| Ten years deep in dirt |
| We buried you |
| Gutted to the core, I’m breaking down |
| I’m breaking down |
| Gutted to the core, I’m breaking down |
| I’m breaking down |
| I can’t talk right |
| I buried you, I buried you |
| How can you smile? |
| How can you hide from me all these years? |
| Gutted to the core, I’m breaking down |
| I’m breaking down |
| How I missed you |
| I love you, I love you |
| How I missed you |
| We buried you, we buried you |
| I love you, I love you, I love you |
| Ten years deep in dirt |
| We buried you, we buried you |
| Ten years deep |
| I love you, I love you, I love you |
| My cries turn to those of 40 children |
| An unruly class that is my charge |
| They cry for a man |
| Not an aged crumbling boy |
| I hold my tongue and take my wooden club |
| On each little shoulder, a firm and silent prod |
| They come to order, one by one |
| The Mothers silently nod |
| Singing the song with the old black ladies |
| I’ve done my job, the elders nod |
| Beginning the ride with the wise black ladies |
| Where were we? |
| All praise be God… |