Under the weight of a broken nose
It’s not that simple, but he won’t seem to notice
There must be more to this
So leave those sink estates, and let’s book a holiday
We’re painting all the counties in blue
‘Cause we’re already boring, and we’re already hoarding
What else have we got left to accrue?
And the ramblers will say
“It’s got a marvelous view!”
But they don’t know how many lives it took, no
They’ll never know what you knew
And we’re so calm, but we’re— (f*cking scared, f*cking scared!)
And we’re so calm, but we’re— (f*cking scared, f*cking scared!)
And we’re so calm, but we’re— (f*cking scared, f*cking scared!)
And we’re so calm, but we’re f*cking scared of people like you!
Under the weight of some Sertraline
A couple Prozacs, and now I’m pumping dopamine!
There must be more to this
We’ve got a country house now, old dog has been put down now
It’s nice to be around trees
Custom license plate on our Audi R8
How many grocers does one county need?
And the ramblers will say
“It’s still a marvelous view!”
But that treadmill still looms
With your hedonic misuse
So come on, one and all to see the apathy
The rings of graced dead souls that fill the tapestry
I look to all of you and see a different f*cking species
Aspiration for a different destination to me
Across the Pennines, thin blue line and the night for the fall
Would do something, if it wasn’t also half my fault
‘Cause I’m so high, my brain can’t even look at the fall
And when you’ve reached the top there’s nowhere else to go but
*exhale*
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Wilbur Lyrics – The Fall