Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rapids, artist - The Icicle Works. Album song The Small Price of a Bicycle, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 13.03.2011
Record label: Beggars Banquet
Song language: English
Rapids |
| Vagrant suspicious and quite out of breath |
| Stumbles into a town where the people wear frowns |
| Picks up a paper, the pages are blank |
| They say «No news today, no more writers around» |
| What price hope over adversity |
| Cause to applaud this perversity |
| I’m still deaf from the hydroplanes |
| Blessed with a cynical gaze… |
| No words in our own defence |
| Independence our recompense |
| Fate casting a finer line |
| To pity or to pay |
| These rapids we’re rolling on |
| Seem calm when they’re good and gone |
| Love, as good as the house it warms |
| A million miles between us |
| Still we’re heading the same way… |
| I sing this song with my tongue in my cheek |
| For the jilted, the jaundiced, the angry young men |
| Who somehow believe that the status quo changes |
| With juvenile slogans in downmarket rags |
| What price hope over adversity |
| Cause to applaud this perversity |
| I’m still deaf from the hydroplanes |
| Blessed with a cynical gaze… |