Текст песни Rest of My Life - Live - Nickel Creek

Yo, we have never
Never played Oakland, ever
So sad

The battle is over
Here we all lie
In a dry sea of Solo cups
The sun in our eyes
But it's one of those endings
No one claps 'cause they're sure that there's more
What a great way to start the first day, you'll do rest of my life

I guess the show's going on
So we pick up the pieces
We dropped for us all
And an ear-splitting headache
Makes it hard to figure out which puzzle they're for
But I can leave this part out of the story I write
There are worse ways to start the first day you'll do rest of my life

Roommates, friends, lovers quiet
I'm coming to
I'm turning myself into
Something a little less promising
A little more useful

The battle is over
Lost, but we'll live to call off the war
Don't that ceiling look high from the floor?
Don't it hurt just to move as you shrink from the light?
As it pierces our bodies and thaws out our hearts
What a great way to start the first day you'll do rest of
The rest of my life

Thank you