Lyrics Slow Slow - Sound of Rum

Slow Slow

Time used to move in a ring, it still does
Day after day after day
There don’t seem to be no way out of this ring
Every day is the same, same as the last
The nights go past too fast when the glass is frosted
The mask will slip and I slip
Ring, it revolves round and round unresolved
And the drugs make my memories fuzz
Try to control my own thoughts, solitary figure
War round in circles watching the faces contort
Friends become monsters
Slippery shadows who speak the same tongue
Who beat the same drum
Ring it revolves round and round and resolved
Feel the sting deep inside as I stroll
Ring it revolves, every action’s foretold I’ve been told
Smoke I inhale is blowed out my mouth in a ring
Thick grey rings of smoke
Time used to move in a ring unprovoked
Sign of the truth in a thing is the use of a thing
And I’m reminded of newness in spring
A sign of the truth in a thing, use in a thing
What use is a ring made of smoke?
Sign of the truth in a thing is the use in a thing
And time it still moves in a ring because
Every day is slow, slow
Every night get faster, faster
Ask the moon a question and I receive its midnight answer
In the branches of an oak, my heart broke it broke
But now the pain is faint faint
So don’t tell yourself you’re happy if you ain’t
But every day it’s the same though
Every day is slow, slow
Every night get faster, faster
Ask the moon a question and I receive its midnight answer
In the branches of an oak, my heart broke
But now the pain is faint
So don’t tell yourself you’re happy if you ain’t
Whether you fight, whether you run
Clear that the end has begun
I’m seeing devils in front of my eyes
And they keep beckoning and tempting
Many wise souls did befriend him, but I refrain
Rain clouds pregnant with the rain
Seen the same every day, I know it’s up to us to change
I don’t doubt that you don’t want this
But we’re up against more than we think
Paused on the brink of a gaping precipice
Hesitant, derelict, slow from the sedative
Devilish people never stop asking where the treasure is
I’m like «look, everything is relative, man…»
Whatever the case, the case, never this feeling
Stealing a sly glance at what could have been
In a trance saying «what comes next?»
«How long before the last sunset sets over our heads?»
Heads looking the wise one, stride on
Gotta stay alive, strong
Never beens scared of my neighbor
Stand up tall, swing out with my sabre
Against the invader, look, rampant mental piracy
Complete invasion of privacy
Not much left that inspires me here
Gotta come close, come near
Bun fear, bun meekness
Some fear their weakness, we don’t
Some ready to surrender, we won’t
One thing’s for sure sure, gotta be bold
We were all born free souls but
Every day’s still slow, slow
Every night get faster, faster
Ask the moon a question and I receive its midnight answer
In the branches of an oak, my heart broke it broke
But now the pain is faint faint
So don’t tell yourself that you’re happy if you ain’t
But every day it’s the same though
Every day is slow, slow
Every night get faster, faster
Ask the moon a question and I receive its midnight answer
In the branches of an oak, my heart broke
But now the pain is faint
So don’t tell yourself you’re happy if you ain’t