Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rubble of the Past , by - UrthboyRelease date: 03.03.2016
Song language: English
Rubble of the Past |
| The wounds we licked |
| And losses inflicted |
| Drifted off in the distance |
| And battle scars lifted |
| If history is told by the victor |
| Rip the old script up, painted over picture |
| The official version of the vista, rose coloured glasses |
| But can you hear the whispers? |
| They’re singing |
| And of all of those winters |
| Those incremental inches |
| The memory of which is |
| Like sand through the fingers |
| If history is told by the richest |
| Maybe you could pay to fix the painted over picture (picture, picture) |
| Official version of the vistas but can you hear the whispers? |
| They’re singing |
| We’re still trying to swallow down the past |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Before the past takes us down with her at last |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah |
| I can remember on that day |
| We were the reigning champions |
| You swallowed down that trophy |
| All you remember is what they said |
| You’re digging in to debris |
| For shards of glass that reflect the self |
| You thought was good and now all those parts |
| Of you are dying somewhere else |
| Cough it up it’s gonna hurt |
| But if you cough it up you’ll remember |
| All the roses that you grew |
| And all of the beauty that came through |
| Dusty skin from the rubble of the past |
| Wipe off the shit and find at last |
| We are right here, we are right now |
| And we’re gonna get through all of this somehow |
| Somehow |
| Going through the rubble |
| Going through the rubble (somehow) |
| Going through the rubble |
| Going through the rubble |
| We’re still trying to swallow down the past |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Before the past takes us down with her at last |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah |
| We’re still trying to swallow down the past |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Before the past takes us down with her at last |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah |
| So we tried to write it down and document it in the hope |
| That maybe later you can understand the fuck where we’re coming from |
| And the photograph is sepia and thinnin', you could swear to God |
| It’s not a version of ourselves we’re running from |
| What’s necessary to forget for history repeating |
| The finer details like a hairline that had receded |
| So we’re going through the rubble looking for a treaty |
| To find a pulse when you thought the heart had stopped beating |
| And if a spoonful of fiction helps the history go down |
| Can you trust the version of events that we know now? |
| Who we think we are become a battleground |
| The past is a thing that we fling around |
| A thing that we fling around, a thing that we fling around |
| A ship we can run aground, wreck for the treasure found |
| Settle on a new account |
| Going through the rubble |
| Going through the rubble |
| Going through the rubble |
| Going through the rubble |
| Going through the rubble |
| Going through the rubble |
| Going through the rubble |
| Going through the rubble |
| Going through the rubble |
| Going through the rubble |
| Going through the rubble |
| Going through the rubble |
| Going through the rubble |
| Going through the rubble |
| Going through the rubble |
| Going through the rubble |