All My Friends

Album: Sound of Silver (2007)
Charted: 41
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  • That's how it starts
    We go back to your house
    You check the charts
    And start to figure it out

    And if it's crowded, all the better
    Because we know we're gonna be up late
    But if you're worried about the weather
    Then you picked the wrong place to stay
    That's how it starts

    And so it starts
    You switch the engine on
    We set controls for the heart of the sun
    One of the ways that we show our age

    And if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up
    And I still don't wanna stagger home
    Then it's the memory of our betters
    That are keeping us on our feet

    You spent the first five years trying to get with the plan
    And the next five years trying to be with your friends again

    Oh, you're talking forty-five turns just as fast as you can
    Yeah, I know it gets tired, but it's better when we pretend

    It comes apart
    The way it does in bad films
    Except the part
    When the moral kicks in

    Though when we're running out of the drugs
    And the conversation's grinding away
    I wouldn't trade one stupid decision
    For another five years of life

    Oh, you drop the first ten years just as fast as you can
    And the next ten people who are trying to be polite
    When you're blowing eighty-five days in the middle of France
    Yeah, I know it gets tired only where are your friends tonight?

    To tell the truth
    Oh, this could be the last time
    So here we go
    Like a sales force into the night

    And if I made a fool, if I made a fool
    If I made a fool on the road, there's always this
    And if I'm sued into submission
    I could still come home to this

    And with a face like a dad and a laughable stand
    You can sleep on the plane or review what you said
    When you're drunk and the kids look impossibly tanned
    You think over and over, "Hey, I'm finally dead"

    Oh, if the trip and the plan come apart in your hand
    You look contorted on yourself, you ridiculous prop
    You have forgotten what you meant, when you read what you said
    And you always knew you were tired, but then
    Where are your friends tonight?
    Where are your friends tonight?
    Where are your friends tonight?

    If I could see all my friends tonight
    If I could see all my friends tonight
    If I could see all my friends tonight
    If I could see all my friends tonight Writer/s: James Jeremiah Murphy
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 1

  • Edward Pearce from Ashford, Kent, EnglandI can see why this is so highly rated. Maybe the best dance track of 2007.
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