Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The End and Everything After, artist - Johnny Foreigner. Album song Arcs Across the City, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 24.11.2007
Record label: Best Before
Song language: English
The End and Everything After |
I guess the bar staff see this every night |
They’re turning tables putting candles out, careless and tired |
And all dramas lie unstarted |
Came for the money, stayed for the community |
And now our funds are tight and now we chose our sides. |
We make the same mistakes our friends might |
We’re throwing streamers down off balconies, |
scattered arcs across the city, makes a new body cold. |
How you don’t stop believing in the band |
(Last hit for sure) |
Just cause the band stopped believing in the band |
(Once was enough) |
Oh, careless hands, we were made of plans |
(From? to one night stands, when everything stands, we were made of plans) |
Backdrop set to falling stars does not describe what we are |
And god knows what you think of us |
I’m losing ground to future ghosts, |
I know that we’re good and I know that I’m close |
But god knows what you think of us. |
Now we sleep crooked if we sleep at all |
We squeeze our bodies into spaces where the spaces are filled |
And these blisters from our shattered arcs across the city |
Makes a new body |
And now the pressure’s on and I still sleep alone |
We barely notice that our friends are gone |
(No!) |
We’re chaining cigarettes to pass the time |
Coward, dazed by the money, trapped by community |
How you don’t stop believing in the band |
(Last hit for sure) |
Just cause the band stopped believing in the band |
(Once was enough) |
Oh, careless hands, we were made of plans |
(From? to one night stands, when everything stands, we were made of plans) |
Fake reports of faulty heart does not describe what you were |
And god knows what you’d think of us |
I’m losing ground to future ghosts, |
I know that I’m good and I know that I’m close |
But god knows what you think of us. |
Once was enough |
Yeah, once was enough |