Songtexte After The Earthquake - Alvvays
                                                After 
                                                the 
                                                earthquake
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pictures 
                                                hanging 
                                                diagonally
 
                                    
                                
                                                Drive-through 
                                                crying 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                milkshake
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                wasn't 
                                                built 
                                                to 
                                                last
 
                                    
                                
                                                Up 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                front 
                                                seat
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                were 
                                                playing 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                station
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                fidgeting 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                heat
 
                                    
                                
                                                Looking 
                                                back 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                vibrant 
                                                days 
                                                of
 
                                    
                                
                                                Racket 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                hall
 
                                    
                                
                                                Caution 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                breeze
 
                                    
                                
                                                Say 
                                                you'll 
                                                climb 
                                                your 
                                                way 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                wake 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                Velvet 
                                                curtain 
                                                drawn
 
                                    
                                
                                                Flowers 
                                                at 
                                                your 
                                                feet
 
                                    
                                
                                                Say 
                                                you'll 
                                                contemplate 
                                                how
 
                                    
                                
                                                You're 
                                                weighed 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                pulse 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                brake 
                                                light
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                the 
                                                colour 
                                                of 
                                                burning 
                                                embers
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                you 
                                                wake 
                                                up, 
                                                you 
                                                will 
                                                remember
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                awful 
                                                things 
                                                    I 
                                                said 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                edge 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                bed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Thrashing 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                great 
                                                white 
                                                (I 
                                                feel 
                                                the 
                                                northern 
                                                tide)
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                they 
                                                rolled 
                                                you 
                                                up 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                stretcher 
                                                (crashing 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                pines)
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                faint 
                                                words 
                                                of 
                                                Jessica 
                                                Fletcher 
                                                (I 
                                                feel 
                                                the 
                                                northern 
                                                tide)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Were 
                                                drowned 
                                                out 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                sound 
                                                of 
                                                (crashing 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                pines)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Racket 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                hall
 
                                    
                                
                                                Caution 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                breeze
 
                                    
                                
                                                Say 
                                                you'll 
                                                climb 
                                                your 
                                                way 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                wake 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                Those 
                                                days, 
                                                I'd 
                                                never 
                                                let 
                                                you 
                                                fall 
                                                apart
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                things 
                                                fade, 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                scent 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                brand-new 
                                                car
 
                                    
                                
                                                Why 
                                                would 
                                                    I 
                                                ever 
                                                fall 
                                                in 
                                                love 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                every 
                                                detail's 
                                                over 
                                                the 
                                                guard 
                                                rail?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Say 
                                                you'll 
                                                climb 
                                                your 
                                                way 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                wake 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                Say 
                                                you'll 
                                                contemplate 
                                                how
 
                                    
                                
                                                You're 
                                                weighed 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                Are 
                                                you 
                                                awake 
                                                now?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Are 
                                                you 
                                                awake 
                                                now?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Racket 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                hall
 
                                    
                                
                                                Caution 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                breeze
 
                                    
                                
                                                Velvet 
                                                curtain 
                                                drawn
 
                                    
                                
                                                Flowers 
                                                at 
                                                your 
                                                feet
 
                                    
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