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Did I hope, did I really think we could be forever? | Did I hope, did I really think we could be forever? | ||
Revision as of 02:39, 28 September 2015
Verse 1
Never much was one for plans, it's true
But don't you tell me I should think it through
Just seventeen, it would seem I'm melting in her dream tonight
Won't call her dad to have a friendly chat
Don't give a damn about tomorrow's SAT
'Cause it's here, and it's now, and my lightning is about to strike
Chorus
We could be gods
Is there something else you're waiting for?
We could be gods
Come on and join me in the great outdoors
I don't even know what I'm doing
But it's something seems so right to me
Like the seasons as they keep renewing
And the spring awakens budding trees
We could be deities
Verse 2
Summer's gone and she's gone away
I always knew that it would end this way
Did I hope, did I really think we could be forever?
Still I can't help but contemplate
If this was all a fluke or was it fate?
When the sons of God rejoiced and the stars sang together?
Chorus
We could be gods
Is there something else you're waiting for?
We could be gods
Come on and rule with me forevermore
I don't even know what I'm doing
But it's something seems so right to me
Like the seasons as they keep renewing
And the spring awakens sleeping trees
We could be deities
Verse 3
My dad sat me down and told me, "Son, it's well time
That you left behind this life of debauch.
Stop all this screwing around, it's time you settled down
And started thinking with your head, not your crotch."
Well, who the hell died and made you Ancient of Days
To tell me what I should and should not do?
Damned if you'll shackle me before I'm nailed to a tree
Or I become an old man just like you
Charles 2
We could be gods
Now we're diggin' deep for diamond ore
We could be gods
And there's voices prophesying war
I don't even know what I'm doing
The whole world can't house my depth of fear
Like the autumn chill that kills the summer bloom
As the stars are raining bitter tears
And casting down their spears