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• Artiste: David Sandström
• Titre: Buckle Up
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The years are crowded with the moments of our days You walking laughing like a child in summer-rain The transformation of a dream into waste The father of my children up and left on the morning train No more to say and there is nothing to weep for We took a shot at what we thought would be more Than just another set of regulations I wanted so bad to get off at all your stations But we took five years to determine the distance Between a family and a family christmas Your love has bought me clothes I don't want to wear now They're cut to fit a life that I can't bear now You must have truth if there is to be beauty It comes from want not from a sense of duty Our songs will all fade into soulful silence Our stains will not impress a cantervillean defiance We keep on talking til our jaws start aching We keep on loving til our hearts stop breaking Our gestures are dust in the passing of cars The lasting vibration is all that we are Now I'm number seven on an indie billboard They're walking headlines of a bought election Trying to keep my babies from the talk of this town Calling all them zoned out action-punks to buckle up Me and my brother carry heavy luggage Too much to bear the weight of diamond rings now With all the comfort of a bum-proof bench I'm ever the dreamer just a mile and a half away You read the books try and get real smart now None of it matters in matters of the heart now Talk all you want but it's understood that you cross your fingers and you knock on wood