Bad Books - Wheel Well lyrics
[Bad Books - Wheel Well lyrics]
The birds on my stoop
They don't know the words
For the pain in my tooth, or for other birds
The clouds they cut through on my way to work
And I do, what's that worth?
A name for all things, except for the cure
To the sadness that sings
Every night at your door
At every door of every restless soul
It's all we all know
No peace, no calm, no coasting
No 'There but for the grace of God, go I'
We're all roped at the wrist, circle chains
Hers and his
As one goes, so goes everybody else
Around the wheel well, around the wheel well
If the people you meet
Are mostly you in disguise
Want what you want
Something good in their lives
Is that a socialist song?
An invocation of Christ, i guess
It's whatever you like
No peace, no calm, no coasting
No 'There but for the grace of God, go I'
We're all roped at the wrist, circle chains
Hers and his
As one goes, so goes everybody else
Around the wheel well, around the wheel well
You left your body fading on your couch
And felt I just might make it up
Before I'm wasting underground
So grieve your life spent hiding
The hours no one ever hands it back
What's the use? Who kept score?
Medieval school yard tug of war
No architect, we built the cage ourselves
No peace, no calm, no coasting
No 'There but for the grace of God, go I'
We're all roped at the wrist, circle chains
Hers and his
As one goes, so goes everybody else
Around the wheel well, around the wheel well
Around the wheel well, around the wheel well
No one's alone or it's the one thing we are
Beasts with big brains, computers with hearts
Obsessed with control
Or frightened and power starved
It will get you so far
They don't know the words
For the pain in my tooth, or for other birds
The clouds they cut through on my way to work
And I do, what's that worth?
A name for all things, except for the cure
To the sadness that sings
Every night at your door
At every door of every restless soul
It's all we all know
No peace, no calm, no coasting
No 'There but for the grace of God, go I'
We're all roped at the wrist, circle chains
Hers and his
As one goes, so goes everybody else
Around the wheel well, around the wheel well
If the people you meet
Are mostly you in disguise
Want what you want
Something good in their lives
Is that a socialist song?
An invocation of Christ, i guess
It's whatever you like
No peace, no calm, no coasting
No 'There but for the grace of God, go I'
We're all roped at the wrist, circle chains
Hers and his
As one goes, so goes everybody else
Around the wheel well, around the wheel well
You left your body fading on your couch
And felt I just might make it up
Before I'm wasting underground
So grieve your life spent hiding
The hours no one ever hands it back
What's the use? Who kept score?
Medieval school yard tug of war
No architect, we built the cage ourselves
No peace, no calm, no coasting
No 'There but for the grace of God, go I'
We're all roped at the wrist, circle chains
Hers and his
As one goes, so goes everybody else
Around the wheel well, around the wheel well
Around the wheel well, around the wheel well
No one's alone or it's the one thing we are
Beasts with big brains, computers with hearts
Obsessed with control
Or frightened and power starved
It will get you so far