Jeffrey Lewis, The Voltage - Till Question Marks Are Told lyrics
[Jeffrey Lewis, The Voltage - Till Question Marks Are Told lyrics]
Well you’ve reached the end but
You can’t be sure if it's the right
Apartment or the right floor
If you stick around where you are right now
You just fall through the ground
‘cause it moves anyhow
Were you going somewhere sooner or later
Or just pushing all the
Buttons on the elevator
You gotta’ have free will to
Live your pre-planned life
You gotta’ pay the bill
Or you get unsubscribed
And the zeros you’ve found
There’s still more zeros to find
So keep your ears to the ground
And your nose to the grind
It’s a liberty bell that rings a dial tone
And a living hell played on a stylophone
So you never win, but you hate to lose
And it's bad or worse
That when you've gotta’ choose
Either death or pain for how
Your check is cashed
Either knife or fork for how
Your neck is slashed
Who wants to blow-up bed
That guaranteed to leak?
Who wants a life that dead
A little more each week?
And the zeros you’ve found
There’s still more zeros to find
So keep your ears to the ground
And your nose to the grind
What makes an arm unfold is
In the elbow joints
TIll question marks are told
As exclamation points
Like how much fire hides in a book of matches
Or has this singer died
Beneath the record scratches
And how I rue the year
I’m liable to feel dumb
How I chewed my tears up into eyeball gum
But it’s nature’s way the way it neatly fit's
And then it’s nature’s way to
Make a faulty pit
And the zeros you’ve found
There’s still more zeros to find
So keep your ears to the ground
And your nose to the grind
And when you reach the start
You’re small but not alone
You walk a street of
Hearts installed as cobblestones
Sunk into pavement glass up to
The edge of you
Until the dangers passed across the avenue
And if your bed got flipped
Beneath your ancient dreams
And if your head got tipped
Beneath the patients' streams
And if your hands got rinsed
As they so often did
That’s all they glimpsed after tearing
Off the coffin lid
Asleep with nothing to find and
With nothing you’ve found
With your ears in the grind
And nose in the ground
You can’t be sure if it's the right
Apartment or the right floor
If you stick around where you are right now
You just fall through the ground
‘cause it moves anyhow
Were you going somewhere sooner or later
Or just pushing all the
Buttons on the elevator
You gotta’ have free will to
Live your pre-planned life
You gotta’ pay the bill
Or you get unsubscribed
And the zeros you’ve found
There’s still more zeros to find
So keep your ears to the ground
And your nose to the grind
It’s a liberty bell that rings a dial tone
And a living hell played on a stylophone
So you never win, but you hate to lose
And it's bad or worse
That when you've gotta’ choose
Either death or pain for how
Your check is cashed
Either knife or fork for how
Your neck is slashed
Who wants to blow-up bed
That guaranteed to leak?
Who wants a life that dead
A little more each week?
And the zeros you’ve found
There’s still more zeros to find
So keep your ears to the ground
And your nose to the grind
What makes an arm unfold is
In the elbow joints
TIll question marks are told
As exclamation points
Like how much fire hides in a book of matches
Or has this singer died
Beneath the record scratches
And how I rue the year
I’m liable to feel dumb
How I chewed my tears up into eyeball gum
But it’s nature’s way the way it neatly fit's
And then it’s nature’s way to
Make a faulty pit
And the zeros you’ve found
There’s still more zeros to find
So keep your ears to the ground
And your nose to the grind
And when you reach the start
You’re small but not alone
You walk a street of
Hearts installed as cobblestones
Sunk into pavement glass up to
The edge of you
Until the dangers passed across the avenue
And if your bed got flipped
Beneath your ancient dreams
And if your head got tipped
Beneath the patients' streams
And if your hands got rinsed
As they so often did
That’s all they glimpsed after tearing
Off the coffin lid
Asleep with nothing to find and
With nothing you’ve found
With your ears in the grind
And nose in the ground