Matt Pond PA. Bring On The Ending. Zeneszám

Half of all our lives are spent
Encouraged by embarrassment
We hold our heads and stay asleep
And cannot hear in case nobody called

Follow the prim ones and sit on your hands
Watch your step, don?t hardly move, speak in hushed tones
Till they bring on the ending, they bring on the ending
As we file to get outside with all the same coats on

Here it is December?s end
All our evaluations are in the lowland?s
Goal is less than low, it?s good
So easy to have met them

August light the weightless fall
The hold of trucks could carry us all
The hot exhaust, the thoughtless sleep
We?d run and fall into the river

We?d meet up at night, pretty late by the falls
Talk too fast without regret with headlights and stars
It was brighter than the daylight, bodies all back light
Unconscious though we?re moving, stereo was screaming

We?ll settle for stares, now un-glide with our hands
The basement is where we will live and stick to the crowds
Without ever speaking, we want it that easy
And don?t get caught dancing, even if you?re drinking
Don?t get caught dancing