The Gift - The Singles Lyrics
Forget these bars now, you’re getting shyLeave all those tracks back, they only lieGo feed those haters, they fancy bad rhymesThey like the small things, so they may shineWhat’s missing out now? What more to write?So I’m a wise guy, I think to myselfI’ll shut my mouth now and set up this dance againThere’s no excuse nowYou’ll be yourself somehowAnything you doAnywhere you goAnywhereThey’ll raise your head down, they feel aliveIt’s never enough for themThey said I can change their livesSo why can’t I change mine?They dream about my lifeBut I don’t dream... at nightIt’s just a paper cut and my head is now so strongI’m not afraid anymoreIf you come back right through that doorBut you are never quick enough to forgetIt’s just a paper cutAnd then the wannabes,They’re paper cuts to meIt’s just a paper cut and my head is now so strongI’m not afraid anymoreIf you come back right through that doorBut you are never quick enough to forgetIt’s just a paper cutIt’s just a paper cut and my head is now so strongI’m not afraid anymoreIf you come back right through that doorBut you are never quick enough to forgetIt’s just a paper cutIt’s just a paper cutSunny beauty ballads, trashy crazy wordsFunny rainbow colours and ironic songsWhat about the springSpring for springWill it be?Face now your worldI can do whatever I needCan find from where I belongCan sing as much as I breatheIt’s time to get it doneAnd I know you love enoughThe future's still to comeTake each day one by oneYou don’t need to feelGuilty needs shows everything that you’ve gotThis pointed gun shouts at your head againStill remember what you forgotAnd everything that made you stopI don’t know what will cross your wayMaybe the lights of New YorkNeeded guilt shows everything you forgotThis pointed gun shouts at your heart againI still remember why you have stoppedWas the light of old New YorkI don't know how you’ll cross this wayIt’s better to show what you've gotWhat about those ballads and those crazy wordsWhat about the colours and ironic songsDream about the springThings will changeFlowers will riseYour personal prizeJust open your eyesKeep moving and discover, there are pretty things about your lifeBorn in a small townBad movies once a weekTwo TV channels, no remote, begging for Twin PeaksA bunch of lunaticsGood hearts in crazy headsThey’ve lost their hope, they were just grown men in our NeverlandAnd during Christmas eveThe world was sharing giftsWe didn’t care, we were listening to good riffsA borrowed walkmanThe cheapest tape on itDisintegration in repeat, the best trip I can getRomance the 80’s, we dance the 90’sThe last 10 years they passed so fast, I kind of miss themBest parties everOur heroes on the stageColoured lights, glamour nights, was the neon ageA perfect night for meMuch more than ecstasyWe can sweat, we can jump, you can be so freeThe kids in blogs nowAnd all their stupid hypesThey lack the know howThe whole world in their handsExcept the taste, to write the textNobody understands!Why copy Talking Heads and paste the Radiohead?Why not discover The Full Sentence of the PigeonhedTen voices spring reverbFew bars with crazy noiseBut at the end, we‘re all a shadow of The Beach BoysI miss the eleganceIt’s hard, but still existsRufus, you are on the top of my listI’m feeling fresh nowCan see what’s right and wrongStop it nowI just did a 12 minute song
