My brain makes drugs to keep me slow,
|
A hilarious joke for some dead pharaoh.
|
But now, not even the masons know
|
What drug will keep night from coming.
|
|
There are so many tools that are made for my hands.
|
But the tide smashes all my best-laid plans to sand.
|
And there's always someone to say it's easy for me,
|
But I revenge myself all over myself.
|
There's nothing you can say to me.
|
|
You never held it at the right angle,
|
You never held it at the right angle,
|
Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star,
|
But wash your hands of it
|
Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star
|
Because you can't hold it.
|
|
Did they poison my food? Is it cause I'm a girl?
|
If I puked up some sonnets, would you call me a miracle?
|
I'm gonna go where my urge leads no more.
|
Swallowed, waist-deep, in the gore of the forest
|
A boreal feast, let it finish me, please.
|
Cause I revenge myself all over myself.
|
There's nothing you can do to me.
|
|
You never held it at the right angle,
|
You never held it at the right angle,
|
Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star,
|
But wash your hands of it
|
Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star
|
Because you can't own it.
|
You never held it at the right angle,
|
You never held it at the right angle.
|
|
You never held it,
|
You never held it,
|
You never held it, oh...
|
You never held it,
|
You never held it,
|
You never held it, oh...
|
You never held it,
|
You never held it,
|
You never held it, oh...
|
|
-----------------
|
Night Still Comes
|
| Neko Case |
