Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Full Picture , by - Wax. Release date: 04.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Full Picture |
| A song travels further than the singer who sang it |
| The sound of a church bell’s not intended |
| For the ears of the person who rang it |
| Gosh dang it, you don’t see the full picture while you hang it |
| A song travels further than the singer who sang it |
| The sound of a church bell’s not intended |
| For the ears of the person who rang it |
| Gosh dang it, the art hits you different depending on how you frame it, uh |
| This one life doesn’t come with a damn manual |
| We don’t write about the plight of every sand granule |
| It just kinda goes where the water takes it |
| New life like when the water breaks |
| When a mother makes it, and out slides something sacred |
| Helpless and naked, they’d be nothing without the love that made it |
| We’re cut from a soft cloth |
| And from a long list you could get crossed off shortly |
| Lots of luck required to survive |
| Love’s a luxury so we’re lucky to be alive |
| We arrive in this world like we woke up after we were dreaming |
| Steady searching for a deeper meaning |
| But it’s not what it is, it’s how you interpret |
| They say it’s good luck when you get struck by bird shit |
| I’ve heard infinite phrases like those uttered |
| Glasses both half full and rose-colored |
| So flustered I’ve lustered many a good old-fashioned cuss words |
| Speech drunk and plus slurred, just err preferred now |
| It’s absurd how we make ourselves miserable |
| Drag our lives down from dismal to abysmal |
| It’s pitiful, I’m tryna change while I still can |
| Live the rest of my life happy and fulfilled, man |
| Come from different angles like a miter saw |
| Toughness can come from the fighter’s fist or from the fighter’s jaw |
| Writer’s block doesn’t lead to a writer’s fall |
| It just takes you down a path you ain’t never saw |
| Working harder by putting in no effort at all |
| I set if off, every thought in my beck and call |
| I hit a bullseye without a target involved |
| Reigns like the feather color palette of the scarlet macaw |
| Higher the climb, the taller the fall |
| If you see me at the bottom, I’m probably covered in salt |
| And mud and blood, I free solo and fall often |
| You don’t have to be the freaking offspring of Lori Loughlin to get that upper |
| echelon knowledge |
| The highest education is raw and unpolished |
| Walls made and demolished, laws made and abolished |
| All things made by man are from the hand of a novice |
| We are very not easily astonished, it must baffle God |
| Or aliens or whoever must think it’s rather odd |
| How we’re always looking down and never looking up |
| How we think what we’ve been given isn’t good enough |
| Just one life given to us |
| But through it, all we want to do is rush |
| A song travels further than the singer who sang it |
| The sound of a church bell’s not intended |
| For the ears of the person who rang it |
| Gosh dang it, you don’t see the full picture while you hang it |
| A song travels further than the singer who sang it |
| The sound of a church bell’s not intended |
| For the ears of the person who rang it |
| Gosh dang it, that art hits you different depending on how you frame it |