Lana Del Rey - Bare Feet on Linoleum lyrics
Lana Del Rey [Elizabeth Woolridge Grant] New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lana Del Rey - Bare Feet on Linoleum lyrics]
Stay on your path Sylvia Plath
Don't fall away like all the others
Don't take all your secrets alone to
Your watery grave about lovers and -
The secrets you keep will keep you in
Deep like Amy and - and brother
And all of the people you meet
On the street will reiterate lies
That they uttered
Leave me in peace, I cry
In the middle of the night
On a slow boat bound for
Catalina for no reason
Tiny drops of perspiration dot my forehead
Could be mistaken for dew drops
If this were photo season
But alas this is a real life - and
It's been a real fight just to
Stop my mind from committing treason
Why you ask?
Because she told the townspeople I
Was crazy, and the lies, they
Started to believe them
But anyways - that's all over now
I've moved on, gone scorched earth
And now I'm left wondering where
To go from here
To Sonoma where the fires have just left?
South Dakota?
Would standing in front of Mount
Rushmore feel like the Great
American homecoming I never had?
Would the magnitude of the scale of
The sculptures take the place
Of the warm embrace I've never got
Or should I just be here now
Bare feet on linoleum
Slicing vegetables onto water that
I will later turn into stew
People love my stories people love visions
Don't fall away like all the others
Don't take all your secrets alone to
Your watery grave about lovers and -
The secrets you keep will keep you in
Deep like Amy and - and brother
And all of the people you meet
On the street will reiterate lies
That they uttered
Leave me in peace, I cry
In the middle of the night
On a slow boat bound for
Catalina for no reason
Tiny drops of perspiration dot my forehead
Could be mistaken for dew drops
If this were photo season
But alas this is a real life - and
It's been a real fight just to
Stop my mind from committing treason
Why you ask?
Because she told the townspeople I
Was crazy, and the lies, they
Started to believe them
But anyways - that's all over now
I've moved on, gone scorched earth
And now I'm left wondering where
To go from here
To Sonoma where the fires have just left?
South Dakota?
Would standing in front of Mount
Rushmore feel like the Great
American homecoming I never had?
Would the magnitude of the scale of
The sculptures take the place
Of the warm embrace I've never got
Or should I just be here now
Bare feet on linoleum
Slicing vegetables onto water that
I will later turn into stew
People love my stories people love visions