Song | Everybody |
Artist | The Good Life |
Album | Everybody's Coming Down |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Everybody’s riding the ferris wheel | |
And the pinnacle’s gorgeous | |
Everyobody’s trying to stay focused | |
To live in the moment | |
Once the ride is done they’re back in line again | |
But the carnival closes at nine | |
And it’s a quarter to five | |
There’s a lump in their throats | |
‘Cause they know this is it | |
Still they paste on a smile | |
And hold each other a little closer | |
Everybody’s saddled with sadness | |
A longing they can’t quit | |
Everybody knows this is transient | |
They’re trying not to notice | |
This spinning world has left them dizzy and anxious | |
This ephemeral banquet of bliss | |
Left its taste on our lips | |
Must we all wait in line? | |
We’re all bystanders of our own lives, our own woes | |
And it’s killing us | |
I just want to relive that feeling of overwhelming again | |
And again, and again is all I ask | |
I used to want a future perfect | |
Now all I want is past | |
Everybody’s looking for closure | |
In a sea of disorder | |
Everybody’s swimming in oblivion | |
Feeling insignificant |
Everybody' s riding the ferris wheel | |
And the pinnacle' s gorgeous | |
Everyobody' s trying to stay focused | |
To live in the moment | |
Once the ride is done they' re back in line again | |
But the carnival closes at nine | |
And it' s a quarter to five | |
There' s a lump in their throats | |
' Cause they know this is it | |
Still they paste on a smile | |
And hold each other a little closer | |
Everybody' s saddled with sadness | |
A longing they can' t quit | |
Everybody knows this is transient | |
They' re trying not to notice | |
This spinning world has left them dizzy and anxious | |
This ephemeral banquet of bliss | |
Left its taste on our lips | |
Must we all wait in line? | |
We' re all bystanders of our own lives, our own woes | |
And it' s killing us | |
I just want to relive that feeling of overwhelming again | |
And again, and again is all I ask | |
I used to want a future perfect | |
Now all I want is past | |
Everybody' s looking for closure | |
In a sea of disorder | |
Everybody' s swimming in oblivion | |
Feeling insignificant |
Everybody' s riding the ferris wheel | |
And the pinnacle' s gorgeous | |
Everyobody' s trying to stay focused | |
To live in the moment | |
Once the ride is done they' re back in line again | |
But the carnival closes at nine | |
And it' s a quarter to five | |
There' s a lump in their throats | |
' Cause they know this is it | |
Still they paste on a smile | |
And hold each other a little closer | |
Everybody' s saddled with sadness | |
A longing they can' t quit | |
Everybody knows this is transient | |
They' re trying not to notice | |
This spinning world has left them dizzy and anxious | |
This ephemeral banquet of bliss | |
Left its taste on our lips | |
Must we all wait in line? | |
We' re all bystanders of our own lives, our own woes | |
And it' s killing us | |
I just want to relive that feeling of overwhelming again | |
And again, and again is all I ask | |
I used to want a future perfect | |
Now all I want is past | |
Everybody' s looking for closure | |
In a sea of disorder | |
Everybody' s swimming in oblivion | |
Feeling insignificant |