Текст песни: The Weakends + перевод

Quicksand is a coat of arms

Looseleaf and some liquid fiction

Last Rites every Friday night

Am I weaker with the lights on?

High tide tight around the neck

The same song everybody’s bleeding

What makes me so different?

The insides work the same

You ever fear the dark impressions of your future?

The slightest gravestone whisper?

The stillness of your heart?

I feel it growing dark

A fever inching deeper

A fever inching to the core

I’ll kick tomorrow

Fight back at the pouring rain

I’ll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain

I’ll kick tomorrow

Fight back at the pouring rain

I’ll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain

Shorelines all around the world

Bright lights and some heavy breathing

Lipstick and the dagger’s kiss-

Just a figment of a feeling

Hands pressed up against the chest

Holding out for the big connection

Last lunge never looked so good

It’s a junk show all the way

As years go crashing by

I think of all I’ve pondered

So many minutes squandered

So many things undone

I’ve tried to figure out

How many lives I’ve wasted waiting for the perfect time to start

I’ll kick tomorrow

Fight back at the pouring rain

I’ll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain

I’ll kick tomorrow

Fight back at the pouring rain

I’ll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain

I’ll kick tomorrow…

I’ll send the weak ends…

I’ll kick tomorrow…

I’ll send the weak ends…

I’ll kick tomorrow…

I’ll send the weak ends…

I’ll kick tomorrow… (fight back at the pouring rain)

I’ll send the weak ends… (fight back at the pouring rain)

I’ll kick tomorrow

Fight back at the pouring rain

I’ll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain

I’ll kick tomorrow

Fight back at the pouring rain

I’ll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain

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