Phish - Theme from the bottom
Tekst :
I feed from the bottom, you feed from the top
I live upon morsels you happen to drop
And coffee that somehow leaks out of your cup
If nothing comes down then I m forced to swim up
On the way upwards, the colors come back
But all along the bottom is blue, grey, and black
The darkness is cold and perception goes wrong
And the night seems to go on incredibly long
So I ask you why if I m swimming by,
Don t you see anything you d like to try?
Pantomime mixtures of heaven and earth
Jumbled events that have less than no worth
Time in the forest to dig under rocks
Or float in the ocean asleep in a box
Or sink just below all the churning and froth
And swim to the light source or fly like a moth
So toss away stuff you don t need in the end
But keep what s important and know who s your friend
So I ask you why if I m swimming by,
Don t you see anything that you d like to try?
If I m swimming by
From the bottom, from the top ( x 8 )
Inne utwory
Gin and juice Tv show Strange design Fast enough for you The wedge Crowd control Slave to the traffic light Split open and melt My sweet one Manteca Bouncing around the room Sample in a jar King of nothing Friday A song i heard the ocean sing Back on the train Free Sand Losowe utwory
Forever I will love you forever
People come and people go
acting happy just for show
Think they do but they don t know
What it is to see love grow
Living life so all alone
Hiding feelings better shown
Nothing better could I own
Than what I have...
Take us out of orbit
Something s not in order
We will take a close look
Closer look ourselves
What is going on, sir?
Will we find our answer
Not without a question
Not without a doubt
Can you see...
I was wrong to think that I could ever trust in you,
I was wrong to think that you might want to trust me, too.
Here I am, here I am,
Here I stand,
Here I am, here I am, here I am, here I...
Już w domu wieczorem spokój wreszcie mam
Ścianami i drzwiami odgrodziłem Świat
I niby bezpieczny, niby jestem sam
Lecz gnojek wciąż patrzy grzebiąc w duszy nam
Refren
To telewizja, to cwany kaznodzieja
Przebrany w sygnał nawraca mnie
Bo telewizja, to cwany kaznodzieja
Przebrany w sygnał nawraca mnie
On mówi za kogo głowę własna dać
Co kupić, co smaczne, w jakim...
We used to be best friends
Hanging out in the parking lot
like the day would never end.
You came up with all the plans
I’ll be waiting by my window,
In your brother’s car you’ve come to rescue me
cause I need you to
Take me out, make...