Tropic - The Wave Pictures
They shoot the bullet
Joyful champagne cork
But I feel a little lost here
Like lorca in New York
They all sound like parrots
With their broken squawk
And I cannot go home
Ask me a question
I will tell you a lie
I have been living in the corner of my eye
Fish your child out of the river
Before it runs dry
I would die before I'd let you reel me in
No matter what you do
No matter where you go
There is a little piece of hell marked out for you
I know
What a kind word is worth
I just want to prepare you for the worst
There is loneliness and pain
It is written in the earth
It is written in the earth beneath our feet
You don't get over something like this
You just keep
Moving or else you don't move and you weep
They say still waters run deep
They haven't got a f**king clue
And you you come to me in dreams of course you do
Of course you do you come to me in dreams
You come
Back to me and then you leave
In the first of the new dawn light
No matter where you go
No matter what you do
There is a little piece of hell
Marked out for you
I know
What a kind word is worth
I just want to prepare you for the worst
There is loneliness and pain
It is written in the earth
It is written in the earth beneath our feet
