Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Manila, artist - Telethon. Album song Hard Pop, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 20.06.2019
Record label: Take This To Heart
Song language: English
Manila |
| Packing all expressions away |
| Folding the tiny fastener down |
| Another day will see this manila |
| Envelope opened again |
| Where will you be, my friend? |
| oh |
| Balcony at a piece of performance art |
| Or the back booth of a culver’s |
| Or a Marriott courtyard in some suburb |
| Of some metropolitan area you’ve never been |
| When will you be opening it again? |
| Cannonballing off of the pier |
| With your new bleach blonde hair |
| I remember you well, but not why we were there |
| Twenty-07, twelve years ago |
| An impressionist old canvas of impressionable ego |
| And although I suppose I could take it as proof it’s all makeshift |
| The way the sun looks from inside of an eyelid |
| Right now it makes me angry which we’ve learned |
| Is merely sadness pushing outward, ever outward till it bursts |
| Oh, we know you can’t be perfect |
| Could you at least try to be good |
| So you can say «this came out better than I thought it would» |
| Ideally, by the time you settle down |
| You’ll bring a lightness to your town and all those around |
| Remember: every mayor, beloved NBA player, every saint’s |
| Been caught in the perennial cliche you’re living now |
| Siphon off a bit of the poise you seek |
| Shaking your head glibly when they try to read your face and they guess you’re |
| a pisces |
| As if you’ve ever thought of it for longer than a minute |
| As if you want to be here or give a shit |
| Assume they’re giving one back, at this point a leap |
| «I'm taurus» you crack, and they ask if you have weed |
| And for the first time in at least a decade, you do truly wish you could say |
| «Yes I do and it’s really good, let us go obfuscate |
| This kitchenette we’re in |
| Because i’m tired of my two friends |
| I’m tired of congenial misery" |
| But lying don’t come easy anymore, a hundred shoes outside the door but you |
| can’t find yours |
| And Life is full of subtle changes, this ain’t one, to some you’re lame; |
| but you’re comfortable |
| Maybe by the time you leave your town |
| And get a thousand miles down you’ll turn around |
| Because you miss the stale emotion and the sounds of train stops passing |
| And all that you can’t stand to even think about right now |