No News Is Bad News Lyrics - Cursive

I took a stroll down a primrose lane on a clear blue day 

Everything seemed so perfectly placed 

Daises lined each manicured lawn 

Well groomed men walked well groomed dogs 

Stopped in a bar for a mid-day drink 

On search of a scene more inspiring 

Shooting off the cap of a ball point pen 

Thinking happen, something happen 

When everything's in order 

Is that what you write about? 

There's nothing much new 

There's not much to say 

Well there's not much to say 

I got everything to lose 

It occurred to me 

No news is bad news 

When you trying to spark that fuse 

Well you wanna sing them blues 

You're waiting 'round for a water to boil 

For the fire to lose control 

But you can't heat up that kettle 

You gotta leave the elements alone 

It scares the shit outta me 

When weathered writers lose their steam 

I'm lonely, getting older, less interesting 

You can't make this shit up 

You can't make this shit up 

You can't make this shit up 

You can't make this shit up 

When everything's in order 

Is that what you write about? 

There's nothing much new 

There's not much to say 

Well there's not much to say 

I got everything in the news 

It occurred to me 

No news is bad news 

When you trying to spark that fuse