Paroles: Scenic (The). Bipolaroid. Charts And Graphs.

In a past life we were ancient kings. We weren?t wise but had everything. And ever since the law was set in stone-- it?s a long, long way to the bottom of the hill, yeah. David stood in his summer sweat. Only clothed in his own regret he watched the ages pass with ease. It?s been a long, long way to the bottom of the hill, yeah. I built an empire like Constantine. Watched it fall like the autumn leaves baptized in uncertainty. It?s been a long, long way to the bottom of the hill, yeah. I got my mind made up. I think I?ve said enough. I?ve got my gun in had and I clean it with my tooth brush. I can?t the world. I can?t make you love. There?s darkness like a cancer, but the sun keeps coming up. Was a time when Isaac said, ?The sky is falling so watch your head!? And if I wasn?t so bad at math I?d make charts and graphs, and charts and graphs. Three and three make thirty three. That?s when they hung him upon the tree, past Golgotha to Gethsemane. It?s a long, long way to the bottom of the hill, yeah. Bang bang, bring down the walls. Can?t you hear my people call? The more things change the more they stay the same, always looking for a face to blame. We came. We saw. We carried on. We sang your songs. We fell in love