Jack Conte - These Days | Текст песни

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These days shakes are law, and calm is exceptional (but at least nonzero). Dark eyed bags, those trash cans full of paranoia feasting on me.

These days I'm soaked in gratitude. These days, every day is a day.

Bury expectation. Dig up every bone of hope that's left. From sunrise to sunset is all that matters. It's all that matters.

I'm so impatient! I'm fucking waiting for nothing! NOTHING'S COMING!

These days time dries slow on a clothes line stretched with hope.

Bury numbers and batteries. Dig up any flesh that's left. From sunrise to sunset let's be lifted. Let's be lifted!

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