Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Siberian Breaks , by - MGMT. Release date: 11.04.2010
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Siberian Breaks , by - MGMT. Siberian Breaks |
| Sleep as the goer |
| The bridge that watches the light speed through |
| And cries while the spirit stumbles |
| The inside missile for the protection of you |
| Maybe it’s silent |
| The voice can’t bear anymore strain |
| But speaks without even knowing |
| And streams outside in the direction of truth |
| There’s no reason there’s no secrets to decode |
| If you can’t save it, leave it dying on the road |
| Wide open arms can feel so cold |
| So cold, feel so cold |
| Balance the books, the ledges, the looms |
| The disappointed look on the faces that squint at the moon |
| Let’s see it with shadows enhanced |
| And then vote to decide who’ll advance |
| Silver jet plane making a turn |
| Exciting the brain that expects it to crash and then burn |
| It’s not the life lesson I’d’ve guessed |
| If you’re conscious you must be depressed |
| Or at least cynical |
| But someone might still eat the steaks |
| Even if they’re tough |
| Spending the day, chewing at the fat |
| Floating away isn’t rough but it’s not enough |
| Oh Marianne, pass me the joint |
| The sandpaper’s tan, go-getters are surfing the point |
| And London’s a scratch on the lens |
| It’s over before it begins |
| Silk 'round her neck falls down to her shoulders |
| The older I get, the more I suspect there’s a trick |
| But really there’s no trip at all |
| That doesn’t result in a fall |
| Or a faltering |
| But something could spit out the bait |
| Even if it’s real |
| Rolling away, missing a spoke |
| Close to the ground like a wheel, but it’s not a joke |
| Holding the line, clutching the phone |
| Nobly wasting the night, but it isn’t right |
| It’s not right |
| Smelling for blood, praying for rain |
| Running away isn’t rough, but it’s not enough |
| The low tide is telling me when it’s over |
| To breathe in everything exposed |
| And comes back to cover me with a blanket |
| Being here’s always changing tunes |
| The empty sky surrounds me but I can’t see at all |
| Wide open arms can feel so cold |
| And you can sit beside me and tell me what it’s worth |
| But I hope I die before I get sold |
| I hope I die before I get sold |
| I’d rather die before I get sold |
| If you find the soul that you lost |
| Frozen in a starry void |
| Take it within and hope the sight of blood |
| Can will signs of life to return |
| Back to the way that it was |
| Long before it made a noise |
| To keep on quietly reminding you |
| What’s never created or destroyed |
| Wake as the swell peaks |
| The close-outs drowning the birds with roars |
| And howls scare the new unkindness |
| That picks and laughs at the carrion scene |
| Forces you see breathe can always go into hiding |
| And wait 'til it passes over |
| Or stay far gone for all eternity |
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