Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In The Wind, artist - Take One Car. Album song Everyone You Know Is Here Right Now, in the genre Пост-хардкор
Date of issue: 26.03.2015
Record label: Broken World Media
Song language: English
In The Wind |
Like a stray cat in the alleyway waiting for the scraps you’ll cast away |
Like the grass leans toward the sun. |
The moon comes out and pulls the tides away |
So close to understanding that the words danced on the tip of my tongue |
But when I went to speak them fell just out of reach. |
What lesson to the |
wanting did the needing have to teach? |
I found comfort on the bottom, having nowhere left to fall. |
Masked like a |
flower in the tall grass, or a robin’s nest inside a log. |
I am not what you had |
hoped for. |
I won’t amount to much of anything. |
I am not what you had hoped for |
I’m not really anything |
So why bother? |
Don’t build yourself a life |
Don’t build yourself a wealth. |
Don’t bother |
Why bother? |
Everything you build will burn |
Everything you love will turn to dust |
What great lesson were you trying to teach? |
What heavy veil had laid over my |
eyes? |
What epiphany lied just outside of my reach? |
What great fool I had to become |
before I could see |
I lined my nest like a bower bird with every sparkling thing I’d found |
Made a burnt offering of all that I valued and hoped the scent might lure you |
out. |
But you were nowhere to be found. |
Just the echoes of my voice resound |
You won’t be pure until you’ve surrendered everything you love |
But I couldn’t surrender myself |
Could a century of self-loathing undo the years of praise you gave to me. |
If I ran out into the ocean would your waves wash all the sins from my body? |
The line between my fear and faith too blurred to define, so I’ll just close my |
eyes and pray for reprise, so I might repeat myself again and make all the same |
mistakes, over and over, for all eternity |
Having nothing left only meant I had nothing left to lose, like a plant in the |
ground, just the dirt beneath my shoes. |
Like a pen without ink, I’m a well |
without water. |
Don’t cast your coins to me. |
The only life worth living was a |
life worth nothing at all, so don’t hand me a ladder to climb out of this hole. |
Woe is me, but in this woe I’m free, in the sweet comfort of the bottom, |
having nowhere left to fall |