Sims - So Far So Good lyrics
[Sims - So Far So Good lyrics]
Just a couple of weeks ago
I was in Minneapolis, st paul Airport
I was walking down the hall and all
Of a sudden I was confronted
With a big poster
Which said something to the effect:
"Are you tired, exhausted, hurried
And harried? If so
We can take you away from all
This in an escape machine"
"An escape machine?", you might ask
But, you see, the really vital question:
"Why am I tired, exhausted, hurried
And harried?" this question is what I ask
The whole world's turnin' now just for you
Just for you just for you
The moon's burnin' out now just for you
Just for you just for you
The whole world's turnin' now just for you
Just for you just for you
The moon's burnin' out now just for you
Just for you just for you
You've got the world on a string now
Don't you? (Don't you?)
It moves to the speed of your hands
Command it at the snap of your digit's
You can spin it how you wanna spin it
I'm just here to visit just passin' through
Maybe kick a few notes, you know?
But, I've been tone-deaf since my girl left
And it shows buildin' a fire
Lookin' for footprints in the snow
Tap dancin' on landmines
Angels, lead letters, and dead valentines
The red Jettas, the vendettas
And tapped landlines and I'm on standby
And maybe it's the greatest
Maladaptation of our time
Overworked and underpaid, the way
We waste our minds, right?
Barely stayin' afloat in
The exponential growth so we try to ex the
Stencil and sketch our own
But still feel the hands that
Are wrapped around our throats
We stumble home
Fumbling for control of the debris
But, it's hard to hold the weight
So we wear poker faces and
Keep switchblades up our sleeves
We are boxers fighting off the frost
Choking on pride, exhausted and lost
Now we survive, for what it's worth
Finding our way with the filament burnt
Lights out
We don't have time for passion anymore
It's all metal poses and
Plastic petaled roses
We just don't have time for passion anymore
It's all metal poses and
Plastic petaled roses
We don't have time for passion anymore
It's all metal poses and
Plastic petaled roses we don't have time
I was in Minneapolis, st paul Airport
I was walking down the hall and all
Of a sudden I was confronted
With a big poster
Which said something to the effect:
"Are you tired, exhausted, hurried
And harried? If so
We can take you away from all
This in an escape machine"
"An escape machine?", you might ask
But, you see, the really vital question:
"Why am I tired, exhausted, hurried
And harried?" this question is what I ask
The whole world's turnin' now just for you
Just for you just for you
The moon's burnin' out now just for you
Just for you just for you
The whole world's turnin' now just for you
Just for you just for you
The moon's burnin' out now just for you
Just for you just for you
You've got the world on a string now
Don't you? (Don't you?)
It moves to the speed of your hands
Command it at the snap of your digit's
You can spin it how you wanna spin it
I'm just here to visit just passin' through
Maybe kick a few notes, you know?
But, I've been tone-deaf since my girl left
And it shows buildin' a fire
Lookin' for footprints in the snow
Tap dancin' on landmines
Angels, lead letters, and dead valentines
The red Jettas, the vendettas
And tapped landlines and I'm on standby
And maybe it's the greatest
Maladaptation of our time
Overworked and underpaid, the way
We waste our minds, right?
Barely stayin' afloat in
The exponential growth so we try to ex the
Stencil and sketch our own
But still feel the hands that
Are wrapped around our throats
We stumble home
Fumbling for control of the debris
But, it's hard to hold the weight
So we wear poker faces and
Keep switchblades up our sleeves
We are boxers fighting off the frost
Choking on pride, exhausted and lost
Now we survive, for what it's worth
Finding our way with the filament burnt
Lights out
We don't have time for passion anymore
It's all metal poses and
Plastic petaled roses
We just don't have time for passion anymore
It's all metal poses and
Plastic petaled roses
We don't have time for passion anymore
It's all metal poses and
Plastic petaled roses we don't have time