Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smile, artist - Eyedea & Abilities. Album song By The Throat, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.07.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Smile |
A prince in practice moans for the attention that he wants |
But most of this town won’t even |
Dignify his ignorance with a response |
Left to a crowded foster home by a 15-year-old mom |
Never been held in anyone’s arms |
When you’ve never been moved it’s really hard to move on |
A young saleswoman sets up shop when the sun sets |
She’ll make your wildest dreams come true |
At a price you won’t forget |
The sadly-married set up alibis: no harm, no regret |
Hoping they meet an angel in bed |
That could wrestle the devil right out of their heads |
This city runs fast, no one has time to sit with themselves |
No time to look into our pain |
Or see the same despair in everyone else |
It’s here, it’s there, it’s everywhere |
Tears soak each card the dealers dealt |
But time taught me how to see every second as Heaven |
Even though they’re perfectly disguised as Hell |
And I refuse to let past bruises cover the light |
It ain’t all good, but it’s all good enough, so I know I’m alright |
Agony is truth, it’s our connection to the living |
I accept it as perfection and keep on existing in the now |
I can only build if I tear the walls down |
Even if it breaks me, I won’t let it make me frown |
I’m falling, but no matter how hard I hit the ground |
… I’ll still smile |
I can only build if I tear the walls down |
Even if it breaks me, I won’t let it make me frown |
I’m falling, but no matter how hard I hit the ground |
… I’ll still smile |
Ear-to-ear, as if that’s all I’m here for |
Despite the wars founded by the rich, funded by the poor |
Kids barely 18 are dying so billionaires can make more |
Elsewhere hungry mothers watch their babies starve to death |
In a beat-up shack on a dirt floor |
The aged professor «es, «Freedom's without a path.» |
Now he dresses like a widow |
And preaches «Love is dead"in every class |
But curiosity killed the cat and taught the dog in him how to act |
And it burned his bridge to Jill |
So he tries to drown the guilt with a bottle of Jack |
Self-proclaimed rebels say, «We must oppose the system!» |
«You gotta take a stand; |
if you’re not against 'em, you’re with 'em!» |
Signs read: «Support the troops!» |
«Bring 'em home!""No more innocent victims!» |
But when a homeless veteran asks for spare change |
You’re too busy protesting to even listen |
And I’m no different, I live in conflict and contradiction |
But it can be so beautiful when I don’t reject what lies within |
It’s beautiful the way agony connects us to the living |
I think of the world when I hurt and keep on existing in the now |
I can only build if I tear the walls down |
Even if it breaks me, I won’t let it make me frown |
I’m falling, but no matter how hard I hit the ground |
… I’ll still smile |
I can only build if I tear the walls down |
Even if it breaks me, I won’t let it make me frown |
I’m falling, but no matter how hard I hit the ground |
… I’ll still smile |