Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Caravan, artist - Protest The Hero.
Date of issue: 17.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Caravan |
Allow me a moment to explain |
While you were sleeping the ocean wasn’t drained |
But transformed |
It yawned and groaned as it rose from its bed |
It stretched; |
diluted and extended its head |
And took corporeal form |
At least in part at first |
But when it encountered the Earth |
It took a deep draw in, extended its arms, and leapt into the sky |
It took wing over mountain and rode on the wind |
It traveled the cities but as the sun dimmed |
It grew fat and it cursed at the earth |
In a thunderous rage |
And a display of bright lights |
It spat and began to give birth |
The bloom is off the rose, at least for me |
Dogs like me can bark, but the caravan moves on |
When you finally awoke, a new ocean had formed |
Through the clamorous night, through the magnificent storm |
It fell from the sky to reform and preform |
Its endless endeavor in its worn uniform |
The Sun, the Moon, the Earth, and the shore |
Tired metaphors played out before your eyes |
Sedation, satisfaction |
But to be satisfied and entertained |
Without any source of intellectual gain |
Seems to be what’s in fashion |
Interpret the meaning |
To mean whatever you want it to be |
I’ve heard these same words fall from my own lips |
It falls flat and I question its value |
It falls flat and I question its worth |
In a thunderous rage |
And a display of bright lights |
It spat and began to give birth |
The bloom is off the rose, at least for me |
Dogs like me can bark, but the caravan moves on |
Better to light a candle than curse at the darkness |
This is the confluence of narrative and naivety |
Swallowing a stream of lies and empty poetry |
You don’t have to be the one to tell me |
You don’t have to be the one to let me down |
A catchy way of saying nothing |
But a narrative seems to allude to something more |
With a purpose and a real direction |
But they’re just words punched in a template |
The same mistakes we made before |
I, for one, am fucking tired |
Of conceptions that bring nothing new from the womb |
But if every story is the same |
Then the rose has truly lost its bloom |
Can you sing it back to me? |
I can’t relate to this |
I can’t relate |
Maybe it’s your preference |
But I can’t relate |
«Where is the problem? |
We’re entertained.» |
My problem’s the consistency with every concept made |
Don’t just tell me a story |
What does it convey? |
«Where is the problem? |
We’re entertained.» |
I want to feel something more than just betrayed |
You are the problem |
I am the problem |
Are you satisfied? |
Don’t be satisfied |