Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Seven O'Clock, artist - Pearl Jam.
Date of issue: 26.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Seven O'Clock |
7 o’clock in the morning, got a message from afar |
Down under an oasis where there are dreams still being born |
And summer spoke to winter relaying all encouraging words |
And I was fully grateful mutant messages were heard |
Moved on from my despondency and left it in the bed |
Do I leave it there still sleeping or maybe kill it better yet |
For this is no time for depression or self-indulgent hesitance |
This fucked-up situation calls for all hands, hands on deck |
Freedom is as freedom does and freedom is a verb |
They giveth and they taketh and you fight to keep that what you’ve earned |
We saw the destination, got so close before it turned |
Swim sideways from this undertow and do not be deterred |
Floodlight dreams go drifting past |
All the lines we could’ve had |
Distant loves floating above |
Close these eyes, they’ve seen enough |
Caught the butterfly, broke its wings then put it on display |
Oh, stripped of all its beauty once it could not fly high away |
Oh, still alive like a passer-by overdosed on gamma rays |
Another God’s creation destined to be thrown away |
Sitting Bull and Crazy Horse they forged the north and west |
And you got Sitting Bullshit as our sitting president |
Oh, talking to his mirror, what’s he say, what’s it say back? |
A tragedy of errors, who’ll be the last to have a laugh? |
His best days gone, hard to admit |
Throwing angry punches with nothing to hit |
Luminous thoughts were once all he had |
Fading lights, lost eloquence |
There’s still a fire in the engine room |
Knows relief will be coming soon |
What’s to be done? |
Carve a path for Rivers reign |
Much to be done |
Oceans rising with the waves |
Oh, held by these thoughts |
They refuse to slip away |
Oh, hangman in dreamland |
About to call your name |
Much to be done… Much to be… |