paroles de chanson The End? (feat. The Jetset Life) - PAINT ROCK feat. The Jetset Life

Rain washes pollen scum off of the window
And into the soles of my shoes
I squish as I walk down the street to the lot with the mud where the daffodils grew
There's no daffodils now
Just a four-bedroom house
And that's a symbol of somethin' I guess
But my head's out of thoughts
Cause it's hot
There's snot on my sleeve
My feet are wet

1541, La Antigua, Guatemala
Conquistador dance on a string
The volcano threw up blood
Made new daffodil mud
And I swear that you won't feel a thing
Then the cobbled streets flooded
Venetian drapes soggy
Swept the captain right out of his bed
With one hand on his belt he gave glory to God
Then shot himself in the back of the head

On a couch in Mombasa
Sits a Peace Corps Non-Grata
There's a mark where she took off her ring
Nervous, she fiddles with the clasp of a belt that she bought, antique, in Nanking
The door opens and closes
A soft tone
The start of a moment she'll never forget if she tries
And then all of a sudden she's thinking of Prattville
And the bugs
And the crawdads
And her feet are still wet
And she's tired of running
And starting, and stopping
But she knows if she goes home she'll be tired too
So she swallows her humility
And with the push of a button
She turns into a janitor at the Berlin Zoo
There's no map, there's no atlas
She left those in a casket
Back at Westview, in Atlanta
When she got on that plane
And Mort and her demons
In an effort to please them
She came up with a plan that just might be insane
Paint Rock to South Pittsburgh
She put it all in a song
And it turns out that Kyrie was right all along
And if he's not, then who cares
Take the Escherian stairs
Some Stanley Parable carousel
Bomb threat at the State Fair
And marital issues
And non-fungible tissues
Call Ken Burns, it's Heisenberg's time of the month
And Tupac, and his blood type
And it's beginning to feel like
Everything, Everywhere, All at Fucking Once