Paroles de Expo '86
sometimes I think this cycle never endswe slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again
and it seems by the time that I have figured what it's worth
the squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.
but if I move my place in line i'll lose.
and I have waited, the anticipation's got me glued.
I am waiting for something to go wrong.
I am waiting for familiar resolve.
sometimes it seems that I don't have the skills to recollect
the twists and turns of plots that took us from lovers to friends
i'm thinking I should take that volume back up off the shelf
and crack it's weary spine and read to help remind myself
but if I move my place in line i'll lose.
and I have waited, the anticipation's got me glued.
I am waiting for something to wrong
I am waiting for familiar resolve
I am waiting for another repeat
another diet fed by crippling defeat
and I am waiting for that sense of relief
I am waiting for you to flee the scene
as if you held in your hand the smoking gun so I don't ask names anymore.
sometimes I think this cycle never ends
we slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again
and it seems by the time that I have figured what it's worth
the squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.
the squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse (x2)
I am waiting for something to go wrong.
I am waiting for familiar resolve.
sometimes it seems that I don't have the skills to recollect
the twists and turns of plots that took us from lovers to friends
i'm thinking I should take that volume back up off the shelf
and crack it's weary spine and read to help remind myself
but if I move my place in line i'll lose.
and I have waited, the anticipation's got me glued.
I am waiting for something to wrong
I am waiting for familiar resolve
I am waiting for another repeat
another diet fed by crippling defeat
and I am waiting for that sense of relief
I am waiting for you to flee the scene
as if you held in your hand the smoking gun so I don't ask names anymore.
sometimes I think this cycle never ends
we slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again
and it seems by the time that I have figured what it's worth
the squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.
the squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse (x2)
Walla, Christopher / Gibbard, Benjamin
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