Noah Gundersen - Robin Williams lyrics
[Noah Gundersen - Robin Williams lyrics]
One way or another
It's gonna make it's presence known
From one monkey to another
You can't lose what you don't own
It's okay if you get anxious
Just please don't call the cops
There's a couple things I'm sure of
And a whole lot more I'm not
There's a sentimental value to
The memory of love
It's a pretty lookin' rainbow
What does it remind you of?
Is it somewhere there's a heart of
Gold that's never gonna rust?
Or it's a hard rain, honey
But it's never gonna flood
Despite all my reservations
I've been doin' this for years
Hopin' that some magic touch would
Finally make it clear
But when it all comes crashing down
I'm still standin' here
Lookin' at the same face in the same place
Just a different kind of mirror
Well, nothing lasts forever
And every other trope
I guess it just depends how
Much DMT you smoked
But when I think of Robin Williams
At the end of his rope
It makes no difference what you're making
The reaper makes the final joke
So I gather my impressions
Of the universal sigh
And hope that someone's listening
To their radio tonight
Though it doesn't really matter with
So many come before
And who the Hell are we fooling?
No one buys records anymore
It's gonna make it's presence known
From one monkey to another
You can't lose what you don't own
It's okay if you get anxious
Just please don't call the cops
There's a couple things I'm sure of
And a whole lot more I'm not
There's a sentimental value to
The memory of love
It's a pretty lookin' rainbow
What does it remind you of?
Is it somewhere there's a heart of
Gold that's never gonna rust?
Or it's a hard rain, honey
But it's never gonna flood
Despite all my reservations
I've been doin' this for years
Hopin' that some magic touch would
Finally make it clear
But when it all comes crashing down
I'm still standin' here
Lookin' at the same face in the same place
Just a different kind of mirror
Well, nothing lasts forever
And every other trope
I guess it just depends how
Much DMT you smoked
But when I think of Robin Williams
At the end of his rope
It makes no difference what you're making
The reaper makes the final joke
So I gather my impressions
Of the universal sigh
And hope that someone's listening
To their radio tonight
Though it doesn't really matter with
So many come before
And who the Hell are we fooling?
No one buys records anymore