Unkle Stiltskin - Choking On Metaphors текст песни

The ship is in the ground
The losers form the brook and
The literary crowd
Is choking on the metaphors
Love is swept up
And the lovers never miss it
We never stop to think
Until we're sleeping with the enemy

And I know that you've got
Another anchor in my pocket now
To sink me where I stand
And I know that it's just
Another chance to track my eyelids down
And pick the prize from my hands

And when there's nothing left of love
There's nothing wrong with checking all the above

Eyes close as they walk right through me
Ears burn from an unwanted moniker
Slide a hook in my lip, don't lose me
Sign your name, yeah, we're all bad actors
Fell in love with the childhood daydream
Build a fort out of patchwork comforters
Watch the sun with the plastic savior
Learn to laugh at another man's misery

But when there's nothing left of love
There's nothing wrong with checking all the above
All the above
All the above
All the above
All the above