lyrics
Verse 1
AR:
Hey, how you doin', my man?
Down for a little conversation?
Oh, you're too busy right now...
Paper chasin' and rat racin'
I'd proclaim “what a shame”,
but we both know it's a game
Pretend to listen while scripting our next phrase
Now, on to the next one, my favorite bank clerk
Smiling courtesy is just a part of your work
You don't really wanna know how I have been,
What I've been up to, who I look up to
What I believe, what I hope to achive
And if you did, who's to say I'd trust you?
I'm just another transaction, required interaction
In a trance we walk the earth, play acting passing for passion
I'm asking that you let me past your outer defences
Abandon the hand-dug trenches, give us a shot at genuine friendship.
Our lives are far from endless and this much I know:
A seed with no water lacks the impetus to grow.
Let's go somewhere where small talk can't survive,
Far beyond the rabble rabble...just you and I.
Chorus: (AR)
So many lonely people, not enough time
Let's discover one another one line at a time.
So many lonely people, not enough time
Let's get lost, see what we might find.
Verse 2
BS:
Hold up...slow down
Once more, then I gotcha
I don't listen welllllll
My thoughts are helicopter
Blades cutting through your hot air
It's not like I don't care
Just between the static and the buzz between my ears
It all fades to a clear, blue sunny day
Hello what's up all good? ok - word - i'm on my way
It's normal to sache, past the passe in passing
ques que ce? que pasa? what was it that you were asking?
I blinked and lost your words
Eyes linked, thoughts unheard
Our heads nod yes but neither party's been reassured.
There's no receipt of communication without impolite implications
and we both care enough to stay complacent (word)
Yo I gotta jet - damn shame but I''m runnng late,
Exit stage-left with a smile and a handshake.
Walked away like "Hit me up if you're back in my hood"
Thinking then I could tell you if it's really all good
Chorus (AR)
So many lonely people, not enough time
Let's discover one another one line at a time.
So many lonely people, not enough time
Let's get lost, see what we might find.
credits
from
Nice Things,
released August 5, 2011
Produced by Manuel Silva (@manuelsilva)
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