paroles de chanson Global Concepts - Club Edit - Robert DeLong

I think this burns my sense of truth
To see me shouting at my youth;
I need a way to sort it out.

After I die I'll re-awake,
Redefine what was at stake
From the hindsight of a god.

I'll see the people that I used
See the substance I abused
The ugly places that I lived.

Did I make money, was I proud?
Did I play my songs too loud?
Did I leave my life to chance?
Or did I make you
Fucking Dance

Symmetry exists only in our minds
Our brain is seeing squares.
So I woke up with entropy defined
But the forms still lingered there... in my head.

I'll see the people that I used
See the substance I abused
The ugly places that I lived

Did I make money, was I proud
Did I play my songs too loud
Did I leave my life to chance
Or did I make you
Fucking Dance-

Global concepts aren't common the world-round,
But we share a mortal frame, that
If you can hear reacts to every sound
But no two people move the same.

I think this burns my sense of truth
To see me shouting at my youth;
I need a way to sort it out.

After I die I'll re-awake,
Redefine what was at stake
From the hindsight of a god.

I'll see the people that I used
See the substance I abused
The ugly places that I lived.

Did I make money, was I proud?
Did I play my songs too loud?
Did I leave my life to chance?
Or did I make you
Fucking Dance (Dance dance dance dance dance dance...)