Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song South, artist - Karate. Date of issue: 29.07.2021
Song language: English
South |
| How many times have I heard, |
| «In the South they just don’t work.» |
| Lazy angels spill time and use lives as I would mine. |
| Pouring out of windows, like strange flags, |
| come clean clothes. |
| Spit-free sediment sweep dives from |
| broom-kept porch in no time. |
| Now the sun strips that same sidewalk, |
| with the day-dried test of small talk. |
| She walks quick, fresh, with clean, black crease, |
| and navigates this mess with protected ease. |
| Does she leave? |
| Does she come home? |
| Where does she sleep? |
| But somehow the gate’s not right. |
| A face stripped of something since last night. |
| Can you sustain that same smile at a store or a job? |
| And what’s such a rush that would let you be robbed? |
| Do you leave? |
| Do you come home? |