Six Flags In F Or G

(альбом: Snowdonia - 2017)

Caught up in a pissing contest
Gasping empty air
I'm losing precious time
So don't keep me in mind

Nourished by my disappointment
Parasitic grief
And there's no turning back
A widow dressed in black

Silence
Golden

Where I used to look for comfort
Is cursed hollow cold
Right back in death's embrace
A man without a face

I became completely lucid
Said "who are, who are you?"
I felt his icy breath

When I turned around to face him
I was paralyzed
I couldn't turn around
Or open up my eyes

You'll get over it easy, babe
See you're bouncing right back again
Right now its overkill
But in six months it will be fine
Even charming
Yeah

If the angels would sing today
You'd explain it away, I'm sure
And when the nearest dream recedes
The dream of Reading and of Leeds
All going off at once in your mind

One of these days
Gonna get to the heart
One of these days
When the bridge falls apart
One of these days
Right back at the start
One of these days
We'll never be apart again

Burning Six Flags in effigy
Didn't read the report
But you know he's such a juggernaut
And it's never not a lot
In the passionless void

What a bitter macaroon
What a sour eclair
And this hysteria
Has made us all aware of where
All the buoys are submerged

One of these days
Gonna get to the heart
One of these days
When the bridge falls apart
One of these days
Right back at the start
One of these days
We'll never ever be apart