Текст песни Best Things - The Plastic Constellations

Thirty miles below the face of the earth the seconds tick with the crack of the whip
We never should have been so eager to embrace this abyss
Sometimes the sea tends to rumble and we're forced to abandon our ships
Feel the swelling of retreat as the autumn resists
Blood coming out, time is running out

Dragged down by the dayshift
When you're dealing with defeat you know you gotta be patient
The time comes when you face it and get back to basics
This ice age is a waste pit
We tried to wipe it out but it's becoming contagious
The time comes when you face it and get back to basics

You gotta never give it up

I never said I wasn't ready for the end; I just refuse to be buried like this
I guess I'd rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
Sometimes the land tends to crumble and we're forced to crawl on our fists
The belly of the beast is a bottomless pit
Blood coming out, time is running out

Dragged down by the dayshift
When you're dealing with defeat you know you gotta be patient
The time comes when you face it and get back to basics
This ice age is a waste pit
We tried to wipe it out but it's becoming contagious
The time comes when you face it and get back to basics

You gotta never give it up

So here's the story or so I'm told
It starts weary but finishes bold:
They'll never respect you if you fold

So here's the story or so I'm told
It starts out warm but finishes cold:
They'll never respect you if you fold

From the incisions to the drawn out operations
From the head on collisions to the ongoing complications
Now I'm not saying premonition leads to devastation
We just get held up in the hesitation
But count your blessings
Sometimes the best things come from out of desperation

We've run from the water, we've hid from the wind
We've plunged from the slaughter and lived from within
And I don't care if it sounds threatening, I swear I'm not settling