Talking Heads

Talking Heads
Lifetime Piling Up

I have tried marijuana
I get nervous every time
There will come a knockin’ at the door
Why is everybody makin’ eyes at me?
I don’t want to know
Excuse and pardon me
Stay for a while
Maybe we’ll never
Meet again

I can see my lifetime piling up
I can see the days turn into nights
I can see the people on the street
Open those windows up
A hundred floors below me
Pilin’ those houses up
Pilin’ them higher, higher, higher
I can feel them swayin’ back and forth
Building it higher, higher
This towers learning over

I got bad coordination
Stuck a pencil in my eye
I can hardly wait to get back home
Why is everybody gettin’ paranoid?
Is only havin’ fun
Scum-bags and superstars
Tell me your names
I’ll make a bet, you’re both the same

I can see my lifetime pilin’ up
Reaching from my bedroom to the stars
I can see the house where I was born
When I was growin’ up - they say that
I could never keep my trousers up
I remember days and crazy nights
Are there any pirates on this ship?
And if they sober up – they’ll have us
Home by morning

Cry, cry, cry
It’s just you and I like an automobile
With no one at the wheel, spinning out of control
We’re all over the road, in our sexy machine
All the passengers scream scream, scream
I can see my lifetime pilin’ up
I can see it smashin’ into yours
It was not an accident at all
Open your window up - I hear you laughin’

Goin one, two, three, four, five
Goin from the bottom to the top
Maybe I’m holding on too tight
And now I’m growin’ up
I got a funny feeling
Pilin’ those houses up
Pilin’ them higher, higher, higher
Building that highway to the stars
And turning the music up - hey
I got a winning number

Frank Potters

Toegevoegd door Frank Potters op wo 22 mei, 2013 5:48 pm

Auteur: Chris Frantz, David Byrne, Jerry Harrison & Tina Weymouth
Componist: David Byrne, Chris Frantz, Jerry Harrison, Tina Weymouth
Uitgever: EMI Records Ltd
Uitgegeven in: 1992
Taal: Engels


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