Tristesse Contemporaine

In The Wake

Tristesse Contemporaine


Walking down the street with my hands in my pockets,
Staring at the sky and the sky's full of rockets,
We can't stop it, it just goes on without us,
Everything's the same just t he uppers and the downers.

Come from the south used to know where the north is,
Used to go around, used to ride wild horses,
Flying round the planet just sucking up resources,
Digging in my pockets jus t counting out my losses,

I'm right here and I got nowhere to go, I don't care,
act like I never know.
I'm right here and I got nowhere to go, I don't care,
act like I n ever know.

Walking down the street with my hands in my pockets,
Staring at the sky and the sky's full of rockets,
We can't stop it, it just goes on without us,
Everything's the same just t he uppers and the downers.

Come from the south used to know where the north is,
Used to go around, used to ride wild horses,
Flying round the planet just sucking up resources,
Digging in my pockets just counting out my losses,

I'm right here and I got nowhere to go, I don't care, act
like I never know.
I'm right here and I got nowhere to go, I don't care, act
like I never know.

Compositores: Leo Hellden, Michael Giffts & Narumi Omori

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