Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cannonball, artist - Watsky. Album song All You Can Do, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Steel Wool
Song language: English
Cannonball |
I don’t know what was wrong |
But I wasn’t as strong |
I’ve seen daisies hold cannonballs above them |
But if this was a dream |
I still know that I’ve seen |
Fields of daisies hold cannonballs above them |
I’m so far from perfect |
You still loved me when I so far from deserved it |
If I’m so brave why does looking you in the eye take every ounce of my courage? |
I hang my face to the linoleum and count the freckles on the floor |
All of us, all of us are a galaxy of tiny little storms |
The good and evil in me wage a bloody civil war |
The missiles whistle through me then the rebel pistols roar |
I shiver and the final slivers of my chivalry retreat my shriveled core |
I can’t imagine that I’ll ever be happy like before |
Before, before |
We’re sitting in a field in Golden Gate Park off Fulton and 4th |
And I’ve never felt less alone |
Just a block from the home I’ve outgrown |
Five feet and forty years to the right from where dad proposed |
An inch above this casserole of stones, grass and mud, rusty needles, |
lost guitar picks, Indian tombs, and dinosaur bones |
Everything happened all at once |
And the world is spinning like a hubcap, and not just because of the drugs |
We hugged and laid there in each others' arms all night |
Even when the sprinklers cried on us we didn’t mind |
We had the rest of our lives to be dry |
So we stayed until the edges of the sky turned light |
I would have stayed until our hair turned white |
The mosquitoes arrived to feast on time |
Got drunk at our expense, we didn’t mind |
We let them bite, we kept on kissing and obliged |
Say «bottoms up, you’ve only got til Tuesday so enjoy the ride!» |
And I couldn’t imagine that I would ever be unhappy again |
And I whispered in your ear that this moment is already a poem |
That I just figured out my first tattoo was going to be of bug bites |
Decided I’d commemorate their bloody drink by printing three circles on my |
ankle, perfect and pink in permanent ink |
The beautiful wounds that will keep me, you and this moment forever linked |
To remind me when I fail myself, when I fail everyone around me |
When I misfire and come tearing through your walls |
When the cocktail of humiliation and pain poisons my veins |
And this carnival of carnage, this mansion of garbage, this parking lot of |
carcasses, this heartbreak party drains the spirit that remains |
That I have been a part of something worthwhile |
To remind me of the pleasure of your pulse |
The measure of your breath |
The rise and fall of our fortunes and our chests |
These spectacular triumphs and flops |
That even if that moment meant nothing to the universe, it’s the closest thing |
to God I’ve got |
I’m so far from perfect |
So far it’s been worth it |
But if this was a dream |
I still know that I’ve seen |
Fields of daisies hold cannonballs above them |
I don’t know what was wrong |
But I wasn’t as strong |
I’ve seen daisies hold cannonballs above them |
But if this was a dream |
I still know that I’ve seen |
Fields of daisies hold cannonballs above them |
But if this was a dream |
I still know that I’ve seen |
Fields of daisies hold cannonballs above them |