Текст песни Good Luck - Deacon Smith

This dilemma stocked partition
Particularly efficient in
Compressing unrelenting messes
Not to mention artful fissions
Visions new and grand of standard dreams, decisions depress by their seams
Supremely wishful of a future that maybe we could live between

I flee the scene
Embark, remark at all that others see
Retreat for land, this ice cap's freeze
The day repeats
I keep on sweeping under rugs, man I'm a Smith, we leave no shame, no budge
But branches crack with wind and rain
Refrain, remain untouched, innately
I relate to thee with word and value
Greatly, I applaud our efforts
Waiting for a last goodbye
I felt stuck

A rut of too many pages
Encapsulated
Shaded endeavors
I raided the castle and wrestled the maiden, but made it too late
Prove your worth in the wait
The way that you carry will sway with the motion, the waves
A smile and a wave
A sigh and a hey
Okay? Okay, okay

You knew that I was liminal, primitive, limited in energy
A better man I'll be with minimal assistance
And a riddled, tied tongue, little kite, strung in a social anxiety
I'm done with the way that I get hung on a conversation
Piddle puddle, a paced run on a portrait
More enthusiastic when the motivation's placed within a foreign space
Braced without a jumpsuit, poor in wit, disgrace
Lay way for a new day's trace of a hope
Mope lightly, rightly, pray that you won't
Drip down the drain, remain a main source of jokes
Mainframe to speaker, I'm stoked for the future
Fuchsia and rose colored glasses, massive passivity, I'm asking are you sure
Are you sure of the words that you heard and you said
And you're worried about if there's anger instead of a clean break
Plead for a remake, met with the mission of owning mistakes

It's unfortunate, it's unfortunate
A portioned heart, blood still fresh by the taste
Make haste locate my coordinates
Hope there's more to it
Walls ain't friends, their bored of this
And their bored of me, so I've boarded up
Poor duck, waddle out with a blindfold, good luck
Good luck