Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Used to be Dark, artist - Notes to SelfDate of issue: 25.02.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Used to be Dark |
| You set it up since grammar school |
| Your faulty eye to bleeding through |
| Seen the cards would waste the youth |
| Oho, never see you coming at all |
| Oh, oh, no, never see you coming at all |
| Note to self, Monday, early morning |
| Sun rose through the sky, looking purple orange |
| Cool breeze gently whistles through the trees |
| So I listen to it speak, like it’s whispering to me |
| Feels like a new day, but really it’s dependin |
| Not on the way it starts but if it has a different ending |
| What happens after the shot, the force that forces you back |
| After the pops and after thought, but it happnes a lot |
| You settle up, it’s far away |
| As we climb across the shore |
| It used to be dark, it used to be dark |
| It used to be |
| Oh, we never seen it coming at all |
| No, no, we never seen it coming at all |
| They took, dopy to interogation |
| Cuffs on my brother bronx |
| Got me sitting like a sucker |
| I guess this is the border |
| On the road home looking out for signs for toronto |
| Or a drive through mcdonalds |
| We talk, words of encouragement, compassion and respect |
| When underneath was baggage and resent |
| So deep |
| We couldn’t wash it up out jackets with the soap peach |
| Couldn’t scrape it off our faces with the pro bleach |
| Many months later, when the dust settle |
| When the sky clear, when the cuts yellow |
| Got sick of looking at the bus schedule |
| Bronx, we ready for another one, wassup, hello |
| I’m out with book in los angeles to master the beliefs |
| And roll she left another heater on my answering machine |
| Yeah I flew here coach fin to fly home bizness |
| Waking up at 7:30 from the time zone difference |
| And I blow the cash upon me, but I owe my dad some money |
| And I owe my girl a night for all the time I’m out the country |
| I ain’t tryina die alone, talking to this dial tone |
| They pat me down and peerson but I’m here son |
| Finally home |
| It used to be dark, it used to be dark |
| It used to be |
| It used to be dark, it used to be dark |
| It used to be |
| Oh you never seen it coming at all |
| Oh, no, you never seen it coming at all |
| Tryina get home on this yellow brick road. |