St. Broadrick Is In Antarctica Lyrics - Singles - The Sound Of Animals Fighting

I know you don't want change 

but nothing is ever what it used to be 

grab the rope, hoist yourself up 

with a coffee in hand 

comforted by reliance on substance 

a solitude parade 

grab the rope, hoist yourself up 

and drift like ants in hose water 

these three angels used to be attorneys 

it is such a serious thing to me 

oh how I search through the memories 

it is such an experience for me 

silence creating bold letters like "not" and "better" 

these three devils used to be apologies 

these three angels used to be monuments 

try to find that feeling from that letter from my consistencies 

is such a painful thing to see when the shadows didn't bend 

like now and then 

these three devils used to be apostrophes 

so I destroyed a monument, so what 

I know you don't want change 

but nothing is ever what it used to be 

grab the rope, hoist yourself up 

with a coffee in hand 

comforted by reliance on substance 

a solitude parade 

grab the rope, hoist yourself up 

and drift like ants in hose water