Soapbox 歌词

False praise: as good as rope to wide-eyed youth tortured with hope And all the ghosts that came before All signed the walls of toilet tours The inkwell's dry; the stairwell bleeds Your restless hand's so hard to read So let’s arrange a midnight meet With a howling wolf and 5 punk beasts We are all lonely, we're all strange I'm half in love and half deranged For everything I've ever thought has already been thought Piano players paid in tips At downtown bars they're turning tricks A smile hid behind your lips The city slang still makes me sick, sick, sick, sick We found heaven in a blinking eye The long dole queue down Denmark St.'s an irony not lost on me I'll wear my fancy suit today Just to claim my JSA I'll be the hand that stills your wrist Fresh lipstick, lost without a kiss All painted Pepto-Bismol pink You said I'd be fine You're a liar We found heaven in a blinking eye We found heaven in a blinking eye And now our future sure looks bleak Love's not bespoke so let's not speak I'm tired of waiting for my luck to change We're still all lonely, we're still all strange And you once said that all youth dies That all youth dies with its hands tied You kick in the front door while I pick the lock Young love's screaming from a soapbox Young love's screaming from a soapbox Young love's screaming from a soapbox We found heaven in a blinking eye We found heaven in a blinking eye We found heaven in a blinking eye We found heaven in a blinking eye We found heaven in a blinking eye