Songtexte Buoy - The Joy Formidable
                                                All 
                                                the 
                                                things 
                                                you 
                                                like 
                                                guided 
                                                by 
                                                their 
                                                charms
 
                                    
                                
                                                Behind 
                                                them 
                                                safety 
                                                store, 
                                                wrap 
                                                your 
                                                greedy 
                                                arms 
                                                around 
                                                them 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sail, 
                                                don't 
                                                try 
                                                to 
                                                steer, 
                                                just 
                                                sail
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                can 
                                                be 
                                                hell 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                force
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                the 
                                                button 
                                                to 
                                                    a 
                                                broken 
                                                man
 
                                    
                                
                                                Because 
                                                you 
                                                know 
                                                I'm 
                                                impatient, 
                                                I've 
                                                been 
                                                hounded 
                                                down 
                                                before
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                diving 
                                                bell 
                                                keeps 
                                                surfacing, 
                                                it 
                                                doesn't 
                                                ring 
                                                anymore
 
                                    
                                
                                                Did 
                                                the 
                                                little 
                                                boy 
                                                only 
                                                get 
                                                his 
                                                orders 
                                                from 
                                                himself?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Did 
                                                the 
                                                whole 
                                                world 
                                                revolve 
                                                his 
                                                middle 
                                                class 
                                                act?
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                girl 
                                                next 
                                                door 
                                                hears 
                                                voices 
                                                in 
                                                her 
                                                head 
                                                every 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                mother's 
                                                tears 
                                                that 
                                                he's 
                                                bringing 
                                                home 
                                                trash 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                pile
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                know 
                                                I'm 
                                                impatient, 
                                                I've 
                                                been 
                                                hounded 
                                                down 
                                                before
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                diving 
                                                bell 
                                                keeps 
                                                surfacing, 
                                                it 
                                                doesn't 
                                                ring 
                                                anymore
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                you 
                                                know 
                                                I'm 
                                                impatient, 
                                                I've 
                                                been 
                                                hounded 
                                                down 
                                                before
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                diving 
                                                bell 
                                                keeps 
                                                surfacing, 
                                                it 
                                                doesn't 
                                                ring 
                                                anymore
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wife 
                                                still 
                                                believes 
                                                life 
                                                settles 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                stream 
                                                of 
                                                dust
 
                                    
                                
                                                Through 
                                                the 
                                                beams 
                                                you 
                                                lose 
                                                you 
                                                underneath
 
                                    
                                
                                                Did 
                                                the 
                                                little 
                                                boy 
                                                on 
                                                his 
                                                pedestal 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                girl 
                                                next 
                                                once 
                                                the 
                                                voice 
                                                is 
                                                gone
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                did 
                                                the 
                                                whole 
                                                world 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                mothers 
                                                tears 
                                                sink 
                                                the 
                                                sunshine 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                back 
                                                field?
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                grasping 
                                                is 
                                                hand 
                                                is 
                                                never 
                                                full 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                perfect 
                                                life 
                                                is 
                                                just 
                                                damaged 
                                                goods
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                you 
                                                should 
                                                have 
                                                talked 
                                                and 
                                                you 
                                                should 
                                                talk 
                                                too 
                                                because 
                                                in 
                                                twenty 
                                                years 
                                                you'll 
                                                be 
                                                    a 
                                                mute
 
                                    
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