Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Song for Ernest Hemingway, artist - The Wonder Years. Album song No Closer to Heaven, in the genre Панк
Date of issue: 03.09.2015
Record label: Hopeless
Song language: English
A Song for Ernest Hemingway |
The sky goes from concrete to charcoal. |
I’m laying on my back on the roof. |
I’m gonna shoot these clouds full of holes. |
I need some fucking light to pour through |
Because December’s got me up against the ropes. |
And I don’t know how to get loose. |
I can’t get feeling back in my toes. |
I’m walking in circles with you |
Like we’re lost Canadian geese. |
I should be south of here already. |
I’ll be your dead bird. |
You’ll be my bloodhound. |
You’re just doing what you’re told; |
Pick my body off the ground. |
I’ll be your dead bird. |
I’m staring at Hemingway’s shotgun. |
I picture him drinking alone. |
He’s forgetting things that he wouldn’t have before. |
His eyesight’s starting to go. |
And I heard all about how his plane went down after Christmas in the Congo. |
He read about his own death in the paper. |
I bet it was freeing to know. |
When you destroy anything worth chasing, |
There’s nowhere left to go. |
I’ll be your dead bird. |
You’ll be my bloodhound. |
You’re just doing what you’re told; |
Pick my body off the ground. |
I’ll be your dead bird. |
Hanging from your mouth. |
You’re doing what you’re told; |
Gonna make your master proud. |
It’s good to know |
I didn’t die for nothing. |
December’s got me backed into a corner again. |
My ears are back. |
My teeth are showing. |
I’m combing through the wreckage trying to find where I’ve been. |
I still get phantom pains, |
But from a safer distance. |
I’ll be your dead bird. |
You’ll be my bloodhound. |
You’re just doing what you’re told; |
Pick my body off the ground. |
I’ll be your dead bird. |
Hanging from your mouth. |
You’re doing like you’re told; |
Gonna make your master proud. |
It’s good to know |
I didn’t die for nothing. |
December’s got me backed into a corner again. |
My ears are back. |
(I didn’t die for nothing.) |
My teeth are showing. |
I’m combing through the wreckage trying to find where I’ve been. |
I still get phantom pains, |
I didn’t die for nothing. |