Song | Fighting In a Sack |
Artist | The Shins |
Album | Fighting In A Sack |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Mercer | |
Just last night I woke from some unconscionable dream | |
And had it nailed to my forehead again | |
To keep this boat afloat | |
There are things you can't afford to know | |
So I save all my breath for the sails. | |
But you'll find those lingering voices | |
Are just your ego's attempt to make it all clean and nice | |
And make a moron out of you | |
Walking a bridge with weakening cables | |
Huddled up in fear and hate because we know our fate | |
And it's a lot to put us through. | |
Most ideas turn to dust | |
As there are few in which we all can trust | |
Haven't you noticed I've been shedding all of mind? | |
So let's abandon that track | |
And leave our fathers fighting in a sack | |
Cause we are way too wise-assed for that. | |
You might find some fools at your doorstep | |
Hustling the latest changes to the book | |
That's the strangest in an attempt to multiply | |
Marionettes on weakening cables | |
Huddled up with fear and hate | |
Because they know their fate and it's a lot to put them through. | |
We've taken on a climb | |
And it's long enough to put the best of us on our backs | |
Walking up a slide | |
And there are those we know who'd have us five miles off the track. | |
But you'll find those lingering voices | |
Are just your ego's attempt to make it all clean and nice | |
And make a moron out of you | |
Crossing the brindge on weakening cables | |
Huddled up with fear and hate because we know our fate | |
And it's a lot to put us through |
zuo ci : Mercer | |
Just last night I woke from some unconscionable dream | |
And had it nailed to my forehead again | |
To keep this boat afloat | |
There are things you can' t afford to know | |
So I save all my breath for the sails. | |
But you' ll find those lingering voices | |
Are just your ego' s attempt to make it all clean and nice | |
And make a moron out of you | |
Walking a bridge with weakening cables | |
Huddled up in fear and hate because we know our fate | |
And it' s a lot to put us through. | |
Most ideas turn to dust | |
As there are few in which we all can trust | |
Haven' t you noticed I' ve been shedding all of mind? | |
So let' s abandon that track | |
And leave our fathers fighting in a sack | |
Cause we are way too wiseassed for that. | |
You might find some fools at your doorstep | |
Hustling the latest changes to the book | |
That' s the strangest in an attempt to multiply | |
Marionettes on weakening cables | |
Huddled up with fear and hate | |
Because they know their fate and it' s a lot to put them through. | |
We' ve taken on a climb | |
And it' s long enough to put the best of us on our backs | |
Walking up a slide | |
And there are those we know who' d have us five miles off the track. | |
But you' ll find those lingering voices | |
Are just your ego' s attempt to make it all clean and nice | |
And make a moron out of you | |
Crossing the brindge on weakening cables | |
Huddled up with fear and hate because we know our fate | |
And it' s a lot to put us through |
zuò cí : Mercer | |
Just last night I woke from some unconscionable dream | |
And had it nailed to my forehead again | |
To keep this boat afloat | |
There are things you can' t afford to know | |
So I save all my breath for the sails. | |
But you' ll find those lingering voices | |
Are just your ego' s attempt to make it all clean and nice | |
And make a moron out of you | |
Walking a bridge with weakening cables | |
Huddled up in fear and hate because we know our fate | |
And it' s a lot to put us through. | |
Most ideas turn to dust | |
As there are few in which we all can trust | |
Haven' t you noticed I' ve been shedding all of mind? | |
So let' s abandon that track | |
And leave our fathers fighting in a sack | |
Cause we are way too wiseassed for that. | |
You might find some fools at your doorstep | |
Hustling the latest changes to the book | |
That' s the strangest in an attempt to multiply | |
Marionettes on weakening cables | |
Huddled up with fear and hate | |
Because they know their fate and it' s a lot to put them through. | |
We' ve taken on a climb | |
And it' s long enough to put the best of us on our backs | |
Walking up a slide | |
And there are those we know who' d have us five miles off the track. | |
But you' ll find those lingering voices | |
Are just your ego' s attempt to make it all clean and nice | |
And make a moron out of you | |
Crossing the brindge on weakening cables | |
Huddled up with fear and hate because we know our fate | |
And it' s a lot to put us through |