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And the world's coming under attack<br /> | And the world's coming under attack<br /> | ||
I don't even know what I'm doing<br /> | I don't even know what I'm doing<br /> | ||
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| + | Spring is breathing life into the trees<br /> | ||
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And there's voices prophesying war<br /> | And there's voices prophesying war<br /> | ||
| − | + | I don't even know what I'm doing<br /> | |
| − | The | + | The universe can't house my depth of fear<br /> |
| + | Like the summer bloom that dies in autumn<br /> | ||
| + | As the stars are raining bitter tears<br /> | ||
| + | And casting down their spears | ||
Revision as of 02:49, 6 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
Charles
We could be gods
Is there something that holds you back?
We could be gods
And the world's coming under attack
I don't even know what I'm doing
But there's something seems so right to me
Like how the seasons keep renewing
Spring is breathing life into the trees
Like newborn deities
Verse 2
Summer's over 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?
Who was there when the gods rejoiced and the stars sang together?
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
Charles 2
We could be gods
Now I'm 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 universe can't house my depth of fear
Like the summer bloom that dies in autumn
As the stars are raining bitter tears
And casting down their spears
