Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Point / Counterpoint, artist - Streetlight Manifesto. Album song Everything Goes Numb, in the genre Ска
Date of issue: 30.09.2011
Record label: Pentimento
Song language: English
Point / Counterpoint |
I’ve got a gun in my hand but that gun won’t cock |
My finger’s on the trigger but that trigger seems locked |
and I can’t stop staring at the tick tock clock |
and even if I could I would never give up. |
With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung |
I can’t believe I’m dying with my song unsung. |
And if and when I die won’t you bury me alone? |
'Cause I’ll never get to heaven if I’m singing this song. |
If there was something wrong would you be oh so strong? |
Would you do what it takes to move this hollow life along? |
I’d like to think I would, you know I’d like to think I would |
but I can guarantee that what you see is not reality |
and every time she makes a point, I make a counterpoint |
She said it’s easy but in the end you’ll have no choice |
and you know that’s only just the way that it goes |
You said it right man, That is just the way that it goes |
And the days, and the days they seem like forever |
And the days, and the days they seem like forever |
But forever isn’t ever enough! |
I’d like to sing a song |
Promise you won’t be long! |
I’ll try not to be long but I don’t want to get this story wrong |
There was a kid who never cared about the little things |
Don’t even bother because I’m tired and I’m sick of it |
And every time she makes a point, I’ll make a counterpoint! |
She said It’s easy but in the end you’ll have no choice |
And you know that’s only just the way that it goes |
You said it right man, that is just the way that it goes |
I’ve got a gun in my hand but that gun won’t cock |
And my finger’s on the trigger but that trigger seems locked |
and I can’t stop staring at the tick tock clock |
and even if I could I would never give up. |
With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung |
I can’t believe I’m dying with my song unsung. |
And if and when I die won’t you bury me alone? |
'Cause I’ll never get to heaven if I’m singing this song. |
Oh, you don’t know where I’ve been! |
Oh, you don’t know what I’ve seen! |
If I did something right |
Would you give up this fight? |
Would you say you were wrong and maybe someone else was kind of right |
I’d like to think you would |
You know I’d like to think you would |
but I can’t guarantee that what you get is an apology |
Jump back to the day we met |
I never thought that it would end this way |
If ever I let you down I want to ask of you |
To take it down a notch and we can talk it on through |
And the days, and the days they seem like forever |
And the days, and the days they seem like forever |
But forever isn’t ever enough! |
I’d like to sing a song |
Promise you won’t be long! |
I’ll try not to be long but I don’t want to get this story wrong |
There was a chick who never cared about the little things |
Don’t bother 'cause I still don’t give a shit |
And every time she makes a point, I’ll make a counterpoint! |
She said it’s easy but in the end you’ll have no choice |
And you know that’s only just the way that it goes |
You said it right man, that is just the way that it goes |
I’ve got a gun in my hand but that gun won’t cock |
And my finger’s on the trigger but that trigger seems locked |
and I can’t stop staring at the tick tock clock |
and even if I could I would never give up. |
With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung |
I can’t believe I’m dying with my song unsung. |
And if and when I die won’t you bury me alone? |
'Cause I’ll never get to heaven if I’m singing this song. |
Oh, you don’t know where I’ve been! |
Oh, you don’t know what I’ve seen! |
So tell me friend, how’s it going to end? |
When the shit goes down and there’s no one left around to get your back |
You’ll crack |
You’ll smile and agree with everything they say |
They’ll try to tell you that it’s all okay |
But it’s not and you’re shot and you’re bleeding pretty bad |
And you can’t stop thinking about the things you never had |
Like a wife and a kid and the things you never did |
You’re running around |
You’re living a life that’s empty in the end, my friend |
No, you’ll take back all you’ve said |
Oh, when the regrets fill your head |
Trust me I’ve been there before |
I would not wish it upon my greatest enemy |
What irony! |
Once friends, but I find |
You’ll have to learn this lesson on your own |
So I waited by the phone but that phone never rang |
and I sang so loud so I wouldn’t hear the bang |
When the bang never came and I never got the call |
Fuck It! |
Thank You! |
I Love You All! |
Some are going to say that we’re doomed to repeat |
all our past mistakes |
Great! |
But that’s not me |
and even if it was I would always disagree |
Because in the end I always get the better of me |
I’ve got a gun in my hand but that gun won’t cock |
And my finger’s on the trigger but that trigger seems locked |
and I can’t stop staring at the tick tock clock |
and even if I could I would never give up. |
With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung |
I can’t believe I’m dying with my song unsung. |
And if and when I die won’t you bury me alone? |
'Cause I’ll never get to heaven if I’m singing this song. |
Oh, I’ll take you where I’ve been! |
Oh, I’ll show you what I’ve seen! |