Urthboy - Impossible Story lyrics

I could never tell you the impossible story
Words will never get close to
The colour of your mourning
You know that I am so sincere
But what is that helping?
I can't be the author of a
Story that is not mine to tell
Make the fuckers talk
Standing in the flame of fire fire
Say it like it is
Shout it like you're in the fire fire

As angry and as urgent as a teen
I try to set the scene
Natural human instinct is to intervene
The same that cut the ones who dare
To dream 'cos shit is so
Naive, are cutting down the very
Thing that the people need
'Cos everything is already been seen
And already been deemed to
Be agreed and disagreed
And it seems we're first past the post steez
In a post modern post
Truth world truth's ghostly
For what it's worth you can quote me and
I'm a lay it like an
IED and trigger it remotely
No wonder these bars get banked with boasting
Privilege does not necessarily
Mean you're coasting
So keep a pin close to burst the bubble
Of some earnest motherfucker that has
Gone to the trouble
Of being a grave digger digging
The dead to life
There's nothing to suggest that
Salvation will arrive to remind me of it is
So contrived I don't need
A broken record to bring me down off my high
I just need
These green eyes to roll back and sigh
As much as I wish that I had the answer why

Make the fuckers talk
Standing in the flame of fire fire
Say it like it is
Shout it like you're in the fire
(Fire) Fire (Fire) i could never tell you
The impossible story
Words will never get close to
The colour of your mourning
You know that I am so sincere
But what is that helping
I can't be the author of a
Story that is not mine to tell

This is not the body that has
Grown out of a squalor
This is not the optimism
Born from living horror
The guilt could make a brother
Wanna lose a white collar
But uh he need it today
He'll give it up tomorra
The dirt under the fingernails
Was never the grains
That the bones had replaced in
A rubbish tip grave
The sweat they wiped off when
They put their knives away
Is the same sweat we get when
We dance the night away
And if I could turn the sun
Around and illuminate the hell
'Cos you best believe it can
Be found where humanity dwell
And I could write a book about
A book that wouldn't sell
Be the author of a story that
Was never mine to tell but
Where would that lead us? Preach
To believers we're needing relievers but
I am no teacher and you resent the grievance
But, if I don't at least try
It's like I deceived yaz
The story must be told, some narratives must
But it won't be delivered by
The man in the tux
Nor will it be heard over the inner city folk
Saying, "fuck it all, fuck it all
Fuck it all" for all 12 months 'cos

I could never tell you the impossible story
Words will never get close to
The colour of your mourning
You know that I am so sincere
But what is that helping
I can't be the author of a
Story that is not mine to tell