Urthboy - Long Walk Home lyrics

If you look just through the
Mist in front it’s
There it’s small but you can just see it
See what you can just see it through there
Just look a bit more carefully
Yeah but there's like nothing there
And that’s cause your looking out my window
Look out your own window man float back

It’s gonna be a long walk home
And I’m just a stone’s throw
From a telephone tone
You can tell from the groan it’s engaged
Throw the phone in a rage
Rip the yellow paper page like a poem
Watch me show’ em say the lips
To the mountains wide hips
Smiling like a crisis before
Applying like this
Keep calm let the mist take
You by it's blind vision
Walk slowly don’t bother with the
Offers to be driven
There ain’t nothing like living
Stay cunning fight systems
Keep running right writtens
Speak something like missions
Don't sleep but if you do
Then dream freaky bright thrills
Steal souls like television
Listen if you will
Fill her up drill it out spill
Your beans like a journal
Still the scenes never certain with
My verbal in reversal
Get immersed in your words
Create verse and wake up
A long walk a short day and
No place to stay stuck
With the mind not fully made up
But up and going in a time when a rookie
Gets cut for not glowing
Open trips throwing ship it’s
Whatever way possible
It's gonna be a long walk
Home but not optional

Its gonna be a long walk back
I never asked for directions now
I’m guessing which track
There many and the maps like
A riddle with a trap
I collapse in the quicksand
It's gripping like sap
Isolated and exhilarated biting off a
Chunk of a cloud
Throw the scrapes to the crowds open mouths
As it drops hear ‘em shout
Watch the doubt fade away
While all pals find the minutes
In the day to conversate
As opposed to conglomerate
We operated our intellectual property
And act beyond rhetorical philosophy
Another moon another odyssey
With clipped wing
An anomaly on instinct hanging
On to thin string
Laughing at your lip sync sinking for success
It’s a long road I think you need a rest
Catch a breath
Yells the city to the soul but
Deaf ears were to cold
So fresh beers were sold cheap
To the questions unsolved
And the page folds easily
The hero failed dismally
The crowd applaud decently
And they hear of no conspiracy
The advice is too rich for me
Delivered by clones
I reject it and keep going
On the long road home
There ain’t nothing like living
Speak something like missions