Looking for the difference between
What is right and what is fair
Movin' back and forth
But still not going anywhere
Just 'cause we're born on the wrong strand
Moving slower than anybody else
Feels like we're running in the sand
And step after step we lose our strenght
With no money in our pockets
A fake smile and red cheeks
Tryin' to emulate our heroes
Looking like a bunch of freaks
On our shoulders a guitar
On our right hand some cheap picks
Cute, well dressed and polite
But we act like some pricks
And then you'll find yourself at the top of the universe
With your treasure chest, your rage and nothing else
You will find no god, empty spaces more or less
And you'll find out that what you see is what you get
I can try my best
I can only try and try again
I will be the slowest anyway
I won't waste my time when I'm older
I won't put my kids in a public zoo
I won't lock my life in a pillory
I'd better start right now...
The U.K. group combine dream pop and piano balladry to usher their transcendent sound into a louder, more modern era. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 22, 2019