Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Living Up To Let You Down, artist - Into It. Over It.. Date of issue: 17.09.2020
Song language: English
Living Up To Let You Down |
| Cut me loose, a nine-hour excuse |
| A sunset visit to the reddest of states |
| It’s new blues for the highway to choose |
| I-65 for when the hour is late |
| It’s over or it’s under |
| It’s on the East side |
| And it’s the setting for getting better |
| Apply the brakes and clip a common mistake |
| It’s not a problem just to sit here and wait |
| Don’t you know what they’re about? |
| Living up to let you down |
| So quick to strike up a tune on every evening where I carry us home |
| So quick to strike up a tune on every evening where I carry us |
| Bonfires, drives the desire |
| Between the suburbs and what’s left of this place |
| Tattoos, new boots and a noose |
| Now just reminders of the city you hate |
| It’s over or it’s under |
| It’s a disaster |
| And we keep betting it’s getting better |
| It’s well-spun for those who’ve turned 21 |
| But getting older doesn’t brighten the day |
| So don’t you know what they’re about? |
| Living up to let you down |
| So quick to strike up a tune on every evening where I carry us home |
| We just sing along |
| But the feeling’s gone |
| I’ve got a couple dozen cities I could share with you |
| A couple stories we could tuck beneath a tennis shoe |
| A couple secrets we could hide between each others' hands |
| A couple moments we could squeeze between some other plans |
| We’ve got a couple different futures we could call our own |
| A shared apartment or just talking on the telephone |
| You’ll move a block away and we’ll go on with both our lives |
| In cold conditions with a past of alternating dives |
| Stiff drinks, abandoned before they sink |
| Another neighborhood carefully drowned |
| Farewell from the fever to tell |
| We need to move this to a new side of town |
| So quick to strike up a tune on every evening where I carry us home |
| And I’ll sing along |
| But the feeling’s gone |
| So quick to strike up a tune on every evening where I carry us home |
| So quick to strike up a tune on every evening where I carry us |