Текст песни




Yesterday the BBC gravely gave the news
Of a thousand homeless soldiers searching for their views
Aeroplanes fly abroad at Christmas for the heat
While the temperature in London is mild to say the least
I must have slept for a thousand years
But I was just as tired as always
Just a fool hanging on a yo-yo
Waiting for the coming of a saviour
Brush the fear underneath the carpet
Keep your head below the parapet
Yes it's far from glorious
The stress could kill us all
Bury your head in the sand
If that's the safest way
To never make it worse
Calling on anyone to save you from the burn
If you're blown to pieces how will you reform?
And how will you speculate for that niche in creation?
Man I'm not malicious, but man you never could
What will it take, will it take for me
To smash the glass and grab the things I need?
Just a fool hanging on a yo-yo
Waiting for the coming of a saviour
Brush the fear underneath the carpet
Keep your head below the parapet
Yes it's far from glorious
The stress could kill us all
Bury your head in the sand
If that's the safest way
To never make, to never make it worse
If I ran fast enough would my feet leave the dirt?
If my brain turns to mush and the bones start to rust
Would I dare break the banks or just look the other way?
Just a fool hanging on a yo-yo
Waiting for the coming of a saviour
Brush the fear underneath the carpet
Keep your head focusing the other way



Авторы: Jason Bavanandan, Oliver Davies, James Ellis, Tim Scudder Copyright: Emi Music Publishing Ltd, Wichita Songs Ltd



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