Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Seconds, artist - Pulp. Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Song language: English
Seconds |
| She / she used to live with his brother / Now she’s an unmarried mother / with |
| another / |
| on the way / He’s seond rate / twisted out of shape / and he looks a state, |
| it costs so much to look this rough / They go to town / they like to shop around / and look |
| at all |
| those things / All those things they never wnated anyway / She hates his hair / |
| that |
| stupid coat he wears / but sometimes second best / is the best that you can get |
| / Oh yes / |
| oh somebody told me / 'cos seconds turn to hours / and the hours turn into days |
| / but |
| still it feels like morning / The first time leaves its trace / and then slides |
| into |
| second place / and still it feels like morning / At night they try to fly / |
| hold on tight |
| and close their eyes / and they hit the ground in the morning / But in the |
| morning it’s |
| raining / Oh Christ you’re always complaining / can’t you think of something |
| else / It’s |
| nearly-nu / a bargain basement made for two / and if you blur your eyes / you |
| could be anywhere / you want yourself to be / Oh yeah, it’s bad / I know you want to laugh, so laugh / But sometimes second best / Is all that you can get / Oh yeah / oh somebody told |
| me / the seconds turn to hours / and the hours turn into days / but still it feels like |
| morning / The first time leaves its trace / and then slides into second place / |
| and still |
| it feels like morning / At night they try to fly / hold on tight and close |
| their eyes / |
| and they hit the ground in the morning / But you’re so perfect you don’t |
| interest me at all / You’re golden boy fell down / Don’t you know / he hasn’t got a personality? |
| / And I know / he said he’d last all night then gave you seconds / yeah / The seconds |
| turn to hours / and the hours turn into days / but still it feels like morning / The |
| first time |
| leaves its trace / and then slides into second place / and still it feels like |
| morning / |
| At night they try to fly / hold on tight and close their eyes / and they hit |
| the ground in the morning / My God they’re still alive / they got it wrong but they still |
| tried / and |
| they made it through to the morning. |