Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Destination, artist - The Church. Date of issue: 21.07.2016
Song language: English
Destination |
| Our instruments have no way |
| Of measuring this feeling |
| Can never cut below the floor |
| Or penetrate the ceiling |
| In the space between our houses |
| Some bones have been discovered |
| But our procession lurches on |
| As if we had recovered |
| Draconian winter unforetold |
| One solar day, suddenly you’re old |
| Your little envelope just makes me cold |
| Makes destination start to unfold |
| Our documents are useless |
| Or forged beyond believing |
| Page forty-seven is unsigned |
| I need it by this evening |
| In the space between our cities |
| A storm is slowly forming |
| Something eating up our days |
| I feel it every morning |
| Destination, destination |
| Destination, destination |
| Destination, destination |
| It’s not a religion, it’s just a technique |
| It’s just a way of making you speak |
| Distance and speed have left us too weak |
| And destination looks kind of bleak |
| Our elements are burned out |
| Our beasts have been mistreated |
| I tell you, it’s the only way |
| We’ll get this road completed |
| In the space between our bodies |
| The air has grown small fingers |
| Just one caress, you’re powerless |
| Like all those clapped-out swingers |
| Destination, destination |
| Destination, destination |
| Destination, destination |