Текст песни These Days - Jack Conte

These days shakes are law,
And calm's exceptional
(But at least non-zero).

Dark eyed bags, those trash cans
Full of paranoia
Feasting on me.

These days I'm soaked in gratitude.
These days, every day is a day.

Bury expectation and
Dig up every bone of hope that's left.
From sunrise to sunset,
That's all that matters. It's all that matters.

I'm so impatient!
I'm fucking waiting for nothing!
No, nothing's coming!

These days time dries slow
On a clothes line, stretched with hope.

Bury numbers and batteries!
Dig up any flesh that's left.
From sunrise to sunset!
Let's be lifted, lifted!