paroles de chanson Global Concepts - Radio Edit - Robert DeLong

I think it burns my sense of truth,
To hear 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 use,
See the substance I abuse,
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 mind.
Our brain is seeking squares.
So I woke up with entropy defined,
But the forms still linger there, in my head.

I'll see the people that I use,
See the substance I abuse,
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 uncommon the world round,
But we share a portal frame,
That if you can't hear reacts to every sound,
But no two people move the same.

I think it burns my sense of truth,
To hear 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 use,
See the substance I abuse,
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?