Astronautalis - Contrails (feat Tegan Quin) | Текст песни

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• Astronautalis
• Contrails (feat Tegan Quin)

I know, Leaving's your living, built in your bones
No one can ever escape all of their ghosts
So If you walk, you better learn how to run
That's why I wrote this song

Your contrail's coated in broken homes
You polished up this pretty pearl of a hope
That I want parade your skeletons for everyone
But that's why I wrote this song

She always made the best of deaf and blind, fashionable dress of canes and signs.
Tracing their apparel, like a judge of character in braile,
She never missed a lift, a bump, or line,
But fingertips will drift and miss blip from time to time. this is how we find...
Secrets that slipped our grip,
Over wit and charm on whispered breath,
Franticly fishing for familiar-ness on fingertips
This is just...ah...what is this? ...This is redress.
I know her cane is just a comedy. Tin cup's a crutch for crippled honesty.
Her slain perception, a lame deception. What's astonishing...we bought see.
Every Harry, Dick, and Tom, left her very fickle arms palming a broken promise ring
You follow me?
A hundred strong men choked on the bit,
While the blind bride guides the bridle toward the abyss
And this can only end wrong...
But motherfuck it, that's the reason why I wrote this song.

Lionel Terray said it the truest, I set it to music,
We're all "Conquistadores of the Useless".
What kind of fool is so stupid to climb a mountain do it,
Then climb back down to the town without a picture to prove it?
I knew it,
From the moment I saw your eyes flash wide in the crowd,
That you would cut and run, but its to late to turn back now.
Its when those burnt black clouds, submerge the earth in shroud,
That kings earn that crown.
And this is how we rise, by taking the fall,
Survive another winter on straight to the thaw.
One day you'll learn to strain the tea through your teeth
And maybe find the strength to proceed to the peak.
Press on into the thin again till I cannot breathe.
I swallowed so much of my damn pride that is chokes me.
The risk is not a slipped grip at the edge of the peak,
The real danger is to linger at the base of the thing.