Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Your Mantra, artist - Into It. Over It.. Album song 52 Weeks, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 08.06.2009
Record label: No Sleep
Song language: English
Your Mantra |
| Piling old knickknacks into the back of her car |
| A now swollen four-door Honda in blue |
| Leaving one worn-out industrial town in hopes of selling off gifts I had gotten |
| from you |
| But, I haven’t sold a thing |
| Which leads me to believe |
| I’m just repeating repeating repeating repeating repeating |
| The same sorry cycle as when I was fifteen |
| Well, I’m completely aware of how boring this is |
| My back’s grown sore from still standing still, standing those |
| Who brought chairs as they can sit back and watch |
| As all of the small crowd files out |
| And, as we close up shop, I’ve spent more than I’ve earned |
| A trait in me you’d seem to admire |
| But you’ve spent the last of our common sense on selling off the old and expired |
| We hadn’t sold a thing |
| Reminding me of you |
| Just repeating repeating repeating repeating your mantra |
| «Out with the old and in without you» |