Tundra/Desert歌词

作词 : Isaac Brock
作曲 : Isaac Brock
Every sick, fickle f**ker

Childhood's what makes you

Until they treat you like tundra

Weigh those opinions

More like air than lead

Every planned occupation

Surefire disappointment up ahead

Until they treat you like desert

See mirages of friendship

Face turns red

Aw, sh*t
I don't feel and it feels fine
Save twenty dollars and
I'll give you my supplies

I don't mind
Here's the soon to be anchor

Build bridges to nothing
You'll get nowhere

I don't feel and that feels fine
I don't feel and that feels fine

Every governor's mother

Knows that their bread is buttered by Sam

Crook takes
Crook takes green out of wallet

And what about science

They find proof and let you
Make your own decisions

There are answers to our reasons

Worthwhile to find
Every child star wonders
If they have a future up ahead

King takes queen
Takes queen out clean
It's all right, it's all right
Every kind-hearted banker

I don't think there is one

I took you out
Every winning opinion

I wish I had one

I took you out for a night on the town
I took my wallet out
Every winning opinion

I, I wish I had one

You don't mind

Well now, that's just bullshit

Stand on platforms in water

Filling jars full of silence
You'll get nowhere
You're balancing balls on your nose
All right
I don't mind, I don't mind
So sometimes you want your own space
And that's all right, right

Right

Get too creative ordering our drinks

And mine stinks, mine stinks

Get too creative ordering our drinks
And yours stinks
Yours stinks, yours stinks

We get too creative

We get too creative