Shins, The - Pressed In A Book текст песни

Doted on like seeds planted in rows

The untied shoelaces of your life

Nurtured all year then pressed in a book

Or displayed in bad taste at the table

Problems arise and you fan the fire

While there's a wild pack of dogs

Loose in your house tonight

Cut from bad cloth or soiled like socks

Add it up, and basically people never change



They just talk and make plans in the dark

Or make haste with ideas that can't help

But creep good people out

As you talk to me too much you're assuming

We don't always want what's right



Did I strike the right set of chords?

You're annoyed

The goal is to ignite you then move on

You feel ill at ease, you got no squeeze

And the wise-cracks won't make you more stable

You've learned you lines to scale and to time

Why must I remind you now

I'm only less able

Cut from bad cloth or soiled like socks

We're ordinary people, we can't help but to change



As we walk and make plans in the dark

Or make haste with the boy who can't help

But creep good people out.

As you talk to me too much you're assuming

We don't always want what's right



Two fallen saplings in an open field

Snow padding gently on an empty bench

An old woman's jewelry lying unadorned

Cold nesting robins allied for the first time

I know when you hear these sappy lines

You'll roll your eyes and say:

"Nice try."