- MGMT Siberian Breaks 歌詞
- MGMT
- Sleep as the goer
the bridge that watches the light speed thru
and cries while the spirit stumbles
and inside missile for the protection of you
maybe its siletn
the voice cant bear anymore strain
but speak without even knowing
and streams outside in the direction of truth
theres no reason theres no secret to decode
if youc ant save it, leave it dying on the road
wide open arms can feel so cold
so cold
feel so cold
balance the books, the ledges, the loons
the disappointed look on the faces
that squint at the moon
lets see it with shadows enhance
and then vote to decide wholl advance
silver jet plane, making a turn
exciting the brain that expects it to crash and then burn
its not the life lesson Idve guessed
if youre conscious you must be depressed
or at least cynical
but someone might still eat the steaks
even if theyre tough
spending the day
chewing the fat
floating away isnt roguh but its not enough
oh marianne, pass me the joint
the sandpapers tan
go-getters are surfing the point
and londons a cratch on the lens
its over before it begins
silk round her neck falls down to her shoulders
the older I get, the more I suspect theres a trick
but really theres no trip at all
that doesnt result in a fall
or a faltering
but something might spit out the bait
even if its real
rolling away
missing a spoke
close to the ground like awheel but its not enough
holding th eline
clutching the phone
nobly wasting the night, but it isnt right
its not right
smelling for blood
praying for rain
running away isnt rough, but its not enough
the low tide is telling me, when its over,
to breathe in everything exposed
and comes back to cover me in a blanket
being heres always changing tunes
the empty sky surrounds me but i cant see at all
wide open arms can feel so cold
and you can sit beside me and tell me what its
worth
but I hope I die before i get sold
I hope I die before I get sold
Id rather die before I get sold
if you find the soul that you lost
frozen in a starry void
take it within and hope the sight of blood
can will signs of life to return
back to the way that it was
long before it made a noise
to keep on quietly reminding you
whats never created or destroyed
wake as the swell peaks
the close-outs drowning the birds with roars
and howls scare the new unkindness
that picks and laughs at the carrion scene
forces you see breath can always go into hiding
and wait til it passes over
or stay far gone for all eternity
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