Bonaparte - Things Are More Like They Are Now | Текст песни

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When I'm looking at life chopped up with a kitchen knife
I see that the lifestyle is there long before I arrive
I see that everything's been said but not everyone yet
And then something always happens but nothing ever really does

I'm eleven, then sixteen, in it for passinon & compassion
Stick my head into a bag and they go: fashion! fashion!
Do a headstand for days and days, I watch the world reveal
And then something always happens, but nothing's really real

Oh I do things and I say things and I'm ranting and raving
And I think that time is a friend of mine.
I wanna hide up in that tree in the afternoon
Thinking time is a friend of mine

I thought that I'm a man but sometimes it's hard to tell
I'm walking but it feels like I'm on high heels to hell
It was hardcore, but it don't seem so hard anymore
And something always happens, but I've heard it before

Give me a head start, three rounds later I'll find
Your face reads like a book and now I'd rather be blind
there are good times and bad times, all dressed in silver stockings
Something always happens, but don't bother knocking

Oh I do things and I say things and I'm ranting and raving
And I think that time is a friend of mine.
I wanna hide up in that tree in the all-night-long
Thinking time is a friend of mine

Look what I've found, I've said something but music's too loud
Oh look what I've found, seems my words are tangled up in a cloud
In this state that I'm in
Things are more like they are now than they have ever been
Things are more like they are now than they have ever been
Than they have ever been, they have ever been

Imagine two parallel lines, and it's love at first-sight
Crossing somewhere in infinity, because such is the zeitgeist
I know it sounds exciting, but I guess I'm only dreaming
Something always happens, but it's hard to find the meaning
Something always happens, but it's hard to find the meaning
Something always happens, but it's hard to find the meaning
Something always happens, but nothing ever really...

Oh I do things and I say things and I'm ranting and raving
And I think that time is a friend of mine.
I wanna hide up in that tree in the afterglow
Thinking time is a friend of mine

Time is a friend of mine, time is a friend of mine
Time is a friend of mine, time is a friend of mine.
Time is. Time is. a friend.

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