Текст песни Urban Sprawl With Palms - Original Mix - Tobias Zaldua

I went to a man who read my hands
He said I'm trying quite hard to understand
Do you write with your left hand
Do you write with your right hand?

I said

I write with both hands man
'Cause they forced me to change at school man
But I had other plans

I had other plans

He says
So you're ambidextrous
Don't expect me to be impressed 'cause
I don't care which hand you write with
Or which way that you dress

Which makes me wonder why he asked
So I stretch out my arms trying to keep calm
And for a while the lines in his forehead
Are like the lines in my palms

He says

You've got a problem with the future
You think understanding it doesn't matter
You're unfaithful in your thinking
You're ambitious too ambitious it gets you down
You're judgemental critical you hate the superficial
But use appearances to judge other people
You're lazy determined selfless self serving
Just depends what mood you're in

So you want to get away from the humdrum
Fine find your own sweet oblivion
Take the motorway
Round the urban sprawl before it kills us all
But as the music plays it seems so beautiful

He says
Your soul is like pieces of broken glass in a hollow tree

And I'm thinking it's none too flattering
He's staring at the hands he's holding
My wrists are aching

You'll never let down a friend
Unless he lets you down first
But you're so bad at revenge
You always come off worse

And now the room seems much darker
But outside the sun is shining

I can see a smile is forming on his lips
And after an age he turns and says

He says

One day you'll soon find yourself at a party
There will be a girl there
Her face will seem familiar
It will remind you of someone you haven't met yet

The next night you will find yourself at a party
There will be a girl there who will remind you
Of the girl you saw
At the party the night before

You'll find her easy to talk to
She'll seem to like you because
She reminds of the girl
You saw the night before