歌曲 | String Theory |
歌手 | Doomtree |
专辑 | No Kings |
I travel with a lungful of music, doesn’t weigh a thing | |
Reed’s built in, breathe through it every time I sing | |
And I got pockets full of my own hands, head full of back-up plans | |
Temper walks beside me, a gift I guess from my old man | |
History: lines on my face | |
Future: lines on my palm | |
They say heaven’s guarded by gates, damnation don’t care much who’s calling | |
But I don’t fall for that line, only one I walk is mine | |
I carry what I can and I’m still making good time | |
Bones are hollow, that’s where I keep marrow | |
This quiver in my lip, that’s just where I keep my arrows | |
I fold up my ideas I pack em neat inside my skull | |
I got this string theory: doesn’t work to push, you gotta pull | |
So I’m pulling for me, and I’m pulling for mine | |
And they’re easy to read, but you can’t trust the signs | |
Eyes blur in the heat, heat curves all the lines | |
Try to keep up, speed up, get your feet up | |
And match mine. | |
[CECIL] | |
We’ll wait til the dawn | |
And when dawn breaks we’re moving on | |
[SIMS] | |
Gravity I never learned | |
I'm in the air stretch it out spaghetti western | |
I make it glow then let it go, no effort | |
That attachment only kept your flame sequestered | |
I just let it how the ember in my chest burn | |
I wasn't in for the fame or making profit | |
I just came to scrape my name into the cinder blocking | |
Now they're flocking because the feather's same | |
I just burned the oil, toiled, man I fed the flame | |
You better aim before they tame you, boy | |
It's a wild world they're coming for your pelt, young boy | |
They're tolling all the bells, Tolstoy | |
It’s war and peace, beast came to eat, old boy | |
Oh boy. | |
[CECIL] (Hook) | |
We’ll wait til the dawn | |
And when dawn breaks we’re moving on | |
We’re raised by the laws | |
But the laws gonna break when we’re moving on | |
[SIMS] | |
Gravity is such a pesky thing | |
[DESSA] | |
Makes every weight in sight seem like it's worth measuring | |
[SIMS] | |
Makes every step you take so tentative | |
[DESSA] | |
But if you don't stride with purpose then there's no benefit | |
[DESSA/SIMS] | |
I know | |
[SIMS] | |
Only on this surface til we float | |
[DESSA/SIMS] | |
but why wait? | |
[DESSA] | |
I pull for you and throw your hand a rope | |
[DESSA/SIMS] | |
I know, | |
[SIMS] | |
you can take time or take time by the throat | |
[DESSA/SIMS] | |
So tell me when it's time to go | |
(Hook) |
I travel with a lungful of music, doesn' t weigh a thing | |
Reed' s built in, breathe through it every time I sing | |
And I got pockets full of my own hands, head full of backup plans | |
Temper walks beside me, a gift I guess from my old man | |
History: lines on my face | |
Future: lines on my palm | |
They say heaven' s guarded by gates, damnation don' t care much who' s calling | |
But I don' t fall for that line, only one I walk is mine | |
I carry what I can and I' m still making good time | |
Bones are hollow, that' s where I keep marrow | |
This quiver in my lip, that' s just where I keep my arrows | |
I fold up my ideas I pack em neat inside my skull | |
I got this string theory: doesn' t work to push, you gotta pull | |
So I' m pulling for me, and I' m pulling for mine | |
And they' re easy to read, but you can' t trust the signs | |
Eyes blur in the heat, heat curves all the lines | |
Try to keep up, speed up, get your feet up | |
And match mine. | |
CECIL | |
We' ll wait til the dawn | |
And when dawn breaks we' re moving on | |
SIMS | |
Gravity I never learned | |
I' m in the air stretch it out spaghetti western | |
I make it glow then let it go, no effort | |
That attachment only kept your flame sequestered | |
I just let it how the ember in my chest burn | |
I wasn' t in for the fame or making profit | |
I just came to scrape my name into the cinder blocking | |
Now they' re flocking because the feather' s same | |
I just burned the oil, toiled, man I fed the flame | |
You better aim before they tame you, boy | |
It' s a wild world they' re coming for your pelt, young boy | |
They' re tolling all the bells, Tolstoy | |
It' s war and peace, beast came to eat, old boy | |
Oh boy. | |
CECIL Hook | |
We' ll wait til the dawn | |
And when dawn breaks we' re moving on | |
We' re raised by the laws | |
But the laws gonna break when we' re moving on | |
SIMS | |
Gravity is such a pesky thing | |
DESSA | |
Makes every weight in sight seem like it' s worth measuring | |
SIMS | |
Makes every step you take so tentative | |
DESSA | |
But if you don' t stride with purpose then there' s no benefit | |
DESSA SIMS | |
I know | |
SIMS | |
Only on this surface til we float | |
DESSA SIMS | |
but why wait? | |
DESSA | |
I pull for you and throw your hand a rope | |
DESSA SIMS | |
I know, | |
SIMS | |
you can take time or take time by the throat | |
DESSA SIMS | |
So tell me when it' s time to go | |
Hook |