Текст песни Baby Blue Hammock - Walter Etc.

Before Alberta was a gentrified mess
Before this whole Armageddon came on
We rode our bikes through the rain to see the Taxpayers play
At some punk house that's long gone

We swore we'd always make a joke of our lives
Follow our folly and enjoy the ride
Here I sit, thinning out in the thick of it
Admittedly tired

My dreams distort into dystopian myths
Of writing uncrowded waves and pop songs for nihilists
A tiny house for just the two of us
We'll carry on or reach Fulfillment and call it quits
Because we're on our own, landlocked in romance
And likely embarking on a slow decline I'm sure
If it all just falls apart
Or it all fits into place
Either way, I'm not concerned
It's a perfect spiral and I
See the light at the end of it's baby blue

I've got this sinking feeling one of us dies
Before we say what we needed to say
So I keep our secrets and our Truths
Slowly folding into little wrinkles of old age
So when the world falls quiet
And you go in search of any signs of life
Ya, look for my baby blue hammock
Swinging over the dead of winter at Short Sands because we're
On our own land locked in romance
Politely out to make a hell of a time I'm sure

If it all just falls apart
Or it all fits into place
If it all just turns to shit
Commence my psychologic defense
Keep reminding myself
If it all just falls apart
Or it all fits into place
Either way I'm not concerned
I'm just along for the ride and I'm trying my best not to fail you