Undrowned

Album: Arc (2013)
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  • First, boy, I think you should know
    If you try hard then you might get a part as a
    Doe-eyed impressionist mime
    Bare as the lives of the footballers' wives that

    Surround you, their diamonds aloft
    A system of pistons arachnid and blistered
    A billboard, a murder of crows
    While princes fly drones that can see through your bones, and the

    Wind stops, the temperature drops
    And harpies melt through you like horses to glue
    I believe you, but not what you say
    To close it around til you're scorched and undrowned, they

    Devour you in tottering heels
    And who wants the Falklands and who wants the Balkans
    I love you, just like a bank
    There's so much to talk about that we don't talk about

    Boy
    Trust in me
    I feel

    She said it fills me with dread
    The people in Parliament don't know the half of it
    Please, son, it's only a sport
    The fate of a ball don't enthrall me at all

    So relax, son, go through it again
    Who have you seen what's with all your means

    I fell down, down
    And I saw a billionaire
    With all of his innards nailed
    To the walls, to the walls, to the west
    Don't fear it now
    But don't stop asking

    Hey, man, you're probably right
    It's not a galaxy made for a guy like me
    Badness, the edge of the world
    The edge of my memory, some kind of energy

    Burned up and frittered away
    Pound in the dirt as ?
    But I'm awful, I kept my head down
    I turned a blind eye and I played my cards right

    I'm in debt, ma, I've waited too long
    Bought all the records I've bought all the records
    I'm lonely, I don't know myself
    I thought there was something I waited for something

    Oh girl don't, don't leave
    Don't leave
    Don't leave
    Don't leave

    (To the walls, to the walls, to the west)
    Don't leave
    Don't, don't! Writer/s: ALEXANDER KAINES ROBERTSHAW, JEREMY JOSEPH PRITCHARD, JONATHAN JOSEPH HIGGS, MICHAEL DAVID SPEARMAN
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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