Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everything That Is Difficult Will Come to an End, artist - Flotation Toy Warning. Album song The Machine That Made Us, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 12.10.2017
Record label: Talitres
Song language: English
Everything That Is Difficult Will Come to an End |
I don’t have much time, none of us really do |
So I’m fucked if I’ll be spending it with you |
You’re making history my friend, that said |
Your histrionics drive me round the bend |
You have to take what the slipstream sends |
When your salad days have reached an end |
You’re changing my mind |
Come take me out where the wild things grow |
And teach me all that I ought to know |
You’re changing my mind |
Come fish me out of the idiot soup |
And all the fun of your other loops |
You’re changing my mind |
I wrote this letter to myself |
Well you know me, I like to help |
It justifies the harm we do |
Wrapped up in pretty songs for you |
I’m sorry that I woke you up |
But you’re trussed up here like Lilliput |
You know I had to join a queue |
Just to dry these jokes on you |
I kept you how I saw you last |
And you’re smiling in that photograph |
I know we buried «ought to do» |
But mother has more games for you |
The open door was just a test |
I’m glad you failed it like the best |
What passes for a view round here |
Has a curious taste of understeer |
Come fish me out of the idiot soup |
And all the fun of your other loops |
You’re changing my mind |
Yes, I could have called you more |
Well, okay I never called at all |
These parts of me so sharp and curved |
Have ways I cannot shape to words |
You shelter in their soft skin glow |
Drink in its warmth, then let it go |
The mine you need just isn’t here |
You sat and watched him disappear |
At times I would have bombed the past |
My cartoon worlds, they always cast |
You as punch-drunk, me as slow |
Both patsy to the undertow |
Oh let him go, he won’t get far |
He dribbles words, I drive the car |
It gets us where we need to be |
With disappointing frequency |
Are we still running, is this thing on? |
He’ll catch it when you’re sure the moment’s gone |
When you think we’re only chasing unicorns |
He’ll have it in the walk between two rooms |
Oh let him go, he won’t get far |
He dribbles words, I drive the car |
We drag him where he needs to be |
With disappointing frequency |