Paroles: The Lonely Forest. Sugarloaf (Hymn For the Common Hipster).
Why don't you dance
When we sing these hymns?
"Cuz you sport the wrong pants
And attract the wrong kids"
Why should it fucking matter?
That's not what music's about.
Before our first chord,
Turn and raise your snout.
When will we, when will we
Fly on golden wings to the far beyond?
I grew up in (I grew up in)
The shadow of (The shadow of)
A towering mountain (A towering mountain)
Raised on hipster love. (Raised on hipster love)
When will they, when will we
Learn to kill the image?
Embrace the world?
Oh.
I'm loosening
My grip on the fear of failure
And tightening my perception
Of what the world has needed.
And "What?" you ask, "Has the world needed?"
It's love we say!
Yes, it's love and not your image.
Yes, it's love and not your image.
Yes, it's love and not your image.
Today I feel the guilt in my heart.
It rattles my ribcage like a mule.
You know the feeling you get when you're tired
Of the person you've slowly become?
Mistake here, mistake there.
Despite possible consequences.
See, I've fucked it up over and over again.
Oh God, don't waste your time.
When we sing these hymns?
"Cuz you sport the wrong pants
And attract the wrong kids"
Why should it fucking matter?
That's not what music's about.
Before our first chord,
Turn and raise your snout.
When will we, when will we
Fly on golden wings to the far beyond?
I grew up in (I grew up in)
The shadow of (The shadow of)
A towering mountain (A towering mountain)
Raised on hipster love. (Raised on hipster love)
When will they, when will we
Learn to kill the image?
Embrace the world?
Oh.
I'm loosening
My grip on the fear of failure
And tightening my perception
Of what the world has needed.
And "What?" you ask, "Has the world needed?"
It's love we say!
Yes, it's love and not your image.
Yes, it's love and not your image.
Yes, it's love and not your image.
Today I feel the guilt in my heart.
It rattles my ribcage like a mule.
You know the feeling you get when you're tired
Of the person you've slowly become?
Mistake here, mistake there.
Despite possible consequences.
See, I've fucked it up over and over again.
Oh God, don't waste your time.
The Lonely Forest
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