Bloc Party - Of Things Yet to Come lyrics
[Bloc Party - Of Things Yet to Come lyrics]
That year I lost a lot of friends
They span away, not to return
It was for the best
The party stalls, the embrace ends
You don't pick up when I come to your town
Am I best left in the past?
So I make a space for things to flow
I trim my leaves in search of growth
I’m okay with it
There I go, making a show of myself again
I'm still wedded to the idea that you
Are still there again somewhere underneath
You were a good man you were the best
The pills don't cure, they keep at bay
Instead of black, my days are grey
(You were a good man)
So I put my faith in what’s to come
For it's the thing you would have done
(You were the best)
If I couldn't have it all, I wanted nothing
If I couldn't have the depths of you
There I go, making a show of myself again
I'm still wedded to the idea that you
Are still there again somewhere underneath
You were a good man you were the best
Now you're less than a memory
You're an echo now, faint facsimile
You said hope is something you give yourself
But, it's not the same
I don’t know how to get over you
Of things yet to come of things yet to come
Of things yet to come of things yet to come
They span away, not to return
It was for the best
The party stalls, the embrace ends
You don't pick up when I come to your town
Am I best left in the past?
So I make a space for things to flow
I trim my leaves in search of growth
I’m okay with it
There I go, making a show of myself again
I'm still wedded to the idea that you
Are still there again somewhere underneath
You were a good man you were the best
The pills don't cure, they keep at bay
Instead of black, my days are grey
(You were a good man)
So I put my faith in what’s to come
For it's the thing you would have done
(You were the best)
If I couldn't have it all, I wanted nothing
If I couldn't have the depths of you
There I go, making a show of myself again
I'm still wedded to the idea that you
Are still there again somewhere underneath
You were a good man you were the best
Now you're less than a memory
You're an echo now, faint facsimile
You said hope is something you give yourself
But, it's not the same
I don’t know how to get over you
Of things yet to come of things yet to come
Of things yet to come of things yet to come