Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Journey After (War Fatigues), artist - Flobots. Album song The Circle In The Square, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 27.08.2012
Record label: Shanachie
Song language: English
Journey After (War Fatigues) |
This path I walk by daylight |
This bending corner is upon us don’t know what to say by |
May I may I take you forward? |
I’m who you’ve always wanted |
You don’t know the order |
Numbers I can make them plummet |
I’m already at the summit |
I already speak your language |
You save yourself from anguish |
I make myself a sandwich |
I see the trickle of a brook over a fallen body |
He wears the thistle we mistook him assault and robbery |
So when they halt the bombing |
Come meet me at the clearing |
As results are coming we can see if practice matches theory |
And then assess our losses and then we learn our lessons |
Then we count the tragedies and triumphs and traumatic stressing |
Get back — Get back — Back |
Get back — Get back — Back |
Get back — Get back — Back |
Get back — Get back — Back |
Cause these songs won’t write them selves' and its going no where |
When it’s all worn off where do ya go |
These songs don’t write them selves' and it’s going no where |
When it’s all worn off where do ya go |
When it’s all worn off where do ya go (When its all worn) |
When it’s all worn off where do ya go (worn off) |
(When its all worn off) |
When it’s all worn off where do ya go |
When its all worn off when its all worn (off) |
When it’s all worn off where do ya go |
Where do ya go where do ya go |
In the shadowed expanse between the distance of our hopes |
I span from here to now with gossamer ropes |
A broken bridge the only edge shakes with every passing step |
We cannot repair all the things we have not kept |
I’ve not wept enough in recent years to keep my eyes from drying |
I’ve not slept enough in recent days to keep the flags of my dreams flying |
The echoes of my empty heart are the closest things I have to screams |
Fire at end and beginning so I fall to in-between |
I wrought a treatise on busted guitar strings |
Choked on cholesterol sentiments from aorta to arteries |
With better aim then Artemis, gave key stone to arch enemies |
Who swum in our midst like clown fish with sea anemones |
Among death knells and threnodies and sex sells extremities |
And health plans that promise better living through chemistry |
I lost my identity, tossed to anonymity it’s my apocalypse now |
I’m saying now serenity |
We didn’t start the fire but provide the kindling |
(When it’s all worn off where do ya go) |
We didn’t start the fire but provided the kindling |
(When it’s all worn off where do ya go) |
When it’s all worn off where do ya go |
When it’s all worn off where do ya go |
When it’s all worn off where do ya go |
When it’s all worn off where do ya go (where do you go-oo) |
When it’s all worn off where do ya go (off) |
When it’s all worn off where do ya go |
Meet me at the clearing |
Meet me at the space |
Now that the ons and offs of the bombs have stopped |
Upon this common spot our common thoughts calm us |
Costs promises lost comments draw us closer |
Yes sir no sir pressures over |
Open mouths for closure |
Cry for how I lacked compassion |
Emotion How I cast the net |
The ocean How I grasped your neck |
The motion |
You grasped for breath |
I half confessed this |
Friendship shell shocked |
Made at the guillotine |
My My oath sis |
Made at the crossroads |
My my trick is forgiveness |
Yours isn’t |
Impossible |
Fugue state — I’m no, I’m no, I’m no philistine |
You yelled stop — I didn’t, I didn’t, I didn’t hear you |
Lovers leap — from the, from the, from the mezzanine |
Through hell high — on the, on the path of gasoline |
Know Christ know cross road block |
Slick ice cold stop slow cries crowed |
I denied you (thrice) that isn’t right |
Tried to cheat the game but had to decide (Tried to cheat the game but had to |
decide) |
Played your turn ran out of your life (Played your turn ran out of your life) |
Boss codes at the crossroads |
That isn’t right |
I’m glad you’re alive |
Wounds so fresh |
After my tongue licked clean — and so clean |
Traded the pain with numbness — clean enough the pain is numb |
I won’t defend what I’ve done just — could a been cleaner but I |
Pray there’s some kind of benefit from it — prayed and wasn’t mean enough |
I would never do what I did — my good meanings just |
I would never do what I did — made it worse what I did |
Coulda been a good little boy I’m a — coulda been cleaner left an |
Big bad wolf wanna comeback kid — abscess of indifference |
Rags, wounds, incisions — cold feet in a blizzard of indecision |
War fatigues — yes I wore fatigues |
Fields cleanse — made you hafta cleanse my bayonet |
Til healed when it’s all worn (OFF!!!) — perform the surgery (eeee-oooo) |
Where do ya go |
When it’s all worn off where do ya go |
When it’s all worn off where do ya go (off) |
These songs won’t write them selves and its going no where. |