Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tortoises All the Way Down, artist - mewithoutYou.
Date of issue: 04.10.2018
Song language: English
Tortoises All the Way Down |
Watchmen w/ their eyes closed, ransom and a scripture by the picture of your |
face |
Messages the rhymes chose, blueprint for contrition in a cigarette case |
Everybody knows, son |
Everybody knows what you’ve done |
Everybody knows, son |
Everybody knows exactly what you’ve done |
Charles was alive then, towering like a mountain at the silver trumpet blast |
William still alive till when our altars are all emptied of his offerings to |
the last |
Everybody knows, son |
Everybody knows just what you’ve done |
Everybody knows, son |
And so again it goes you can’t end what you’ve begun |
Surely as the sun early on the east side comes |
Before my sleepless eyes your features metamorphosize |
Surely as the sun early on the east side comes |
If only you had known how soon you’d be on your own |
How suddenly they’d cast the stone |
When the mouths of praise and blame start to sound the same |
And you’ve asked they please not come back around |
& yet they happen by, you can offer my reply: |
«there's tortoises all the way down.» |
Since the night you came dressed up in your righteous name |
All you claim to see doesn’t mean a thing to me |
Surely as the sun early on the east side comes |
I know I’m not the only one |
Whose blindfold-and-a-scale-ship refused to sail |
And yet failed since each search for solid ground |
You sing to me at night as the moving finger writes |
On tortoises all the way down |
You think that glass of wine could cancel half a line? |
But it won’t wash our words out this time |
& I’m not the only one who’s got nowhere to run |
Cause everybody knows, son |
Everybody knows just what you’ve done |
Everybody knows, son |
Everybody knows what you’ve done |
While all hiding inside our painting-of-a-house-hung-up-inside- that |
same-painted-house-which-ever-implies-another-painted-house-inside lives |
Serpent-in-the-sky-lives! |
Servants-of-the-least-high! |
Most-tortoiseless lives! |
Would you meet me sometime soon, son, down by the riverside? |
There’s room enough in my paradise |
My empty little mind |