Song | The Base |
Artist | Paul Banks |
Album | Banks |
PAUL BANKS | |
STORELYRIC | |
SLIVEASK P | |
AULHOME The | |
Base What | |
I draw today will be recognized as shape | |
I spoke to the base, and the base says we wait | |
So I smoke an old cigar while the giant sun fades | |
I spoke to the base and the base says we wait | |
The base says we’re safe | |
Now and then | |
I can see the truth above the lies | |
Now and then | |
I feel you’re truly anesthetized that’s why… | |
When I walk today it’s in silence and in rain | |
Can a man turn the page while he’s trying to amaze (It ain’t nothin) | |
So I hold my arms apart; | |
I don’t deny you anything | |
I spoke to the base. | |
And the base says we’re | |
Flynn. The base says we win | |
Now and then | |
I can see the truth above the lies | |
Now and then oh | |
I feel those beauties this life belies | |
They’re like street lights they tunnel on and on | |
Into these deep nights where the heights of alarm are so steep | |
So steep I count the falling the sounds | |
None of these voices turn me around | |
Above these steeps | |
I can fly | |
As lightning cycles over a pious night | |
I count the falling sounds | |
And I will not be staying long | |
Now and then | |
I can see the truth above the lies | |
Now and then | |
I can see those beauties that shun my eyes. | |
That’s right |
PAUL BANKS | |
STORELYRIC | |
SLIVEASK P | |
AULHOME The | |
Base What | |
I draw today will be recognized as shape | |
I spoke to the base, and the base says we wait | |
So I smoke an old cigar while the giant sun fades | |
I spoke to the base and the base says we wait | |
The base says we' re safe | |
Now and then | |
I can see the truth above the lies | |
Now and then | |
I feel you' re truly anesthetized that' s why | |
When I walk today it' s in silence and in rain | |
Can a man turn the page while he' s trying to amaze It ain' t nothin | |
So I hold my arms apart | |
I don' t deny you anything | |
I spoke to the base. | |
And the base says we' re | |
Flynn. The base says we win | |
Now and then | |
I can see the truth above the lies | |
Now and then oh | |
I feel those beauties this life belies | |
They' re like street lights they tunnel on and on | |
Into these deep nights where the heights of alarm are so steep | |
So steep I count the falling the sounds | |
None of these voices turn me around | |
Above these steeps | |
I can fly | |
As lightning cycles over a pious night | |
I count the falling sounds | |
And I will not be staying long | |
Now and then | |
I can see the truth above the lies | |
Now and then | |
I can see those beauties that shun my eyes. | |
That' s right |