Great Art Songtext
von Maxïmo Park
Great Art Songtext
The more that you venture
Into the night
The braver you′ll become
But I can't go further
The future′s too bright
Because the bliss has just begun
Is this the great art you were hoping for
While the emotionally numb
Waged a quiet war?
Did you know it's not the '80s anymore?
I′ve got a hundred new distractions
Banging at my door
A double decade of doubt awaits
So incremental
Mean the losses will be too hard to rates
The median score
Hides the lost and the old age
So the land never sees
What the blue sea eroded
Is this the great art you were hoping for
While the emotionally numb
Waged a quiet war?
Did you know it′s not the '80s anymore?
I′ve got a hundred new distractions
Banging at my door
You can't fault my
Application
On the basis
Of my education
Did you pay for
A network provider?
The parental payroll
Has just made you blinder
Is this the great art you were hoping for
While the emotionally numb
Waged a quiet war?
Did you know it′s not the '80s anymore?
I′ve got a hundred new distractions
Banging at my door
It's hard not
To hope that you will rot
The exception to the rule
Never meant that much to you
It's hard not to hope that you will rots
But I will endeavor to be kind
It′s lodged in a crevice
In the recesses of my mind
Into the night
The braver you′ll become
But I can't go further
The future′s too bright
Because the bliss has just begun
Is this the great art you were hoping for
While the emotionally numb
Waged a quiet war?
Did you know it's not the '80s anymore?
I′ve got a hundred new distractions
Banging at my door
A double decade of doubt awaits
So incremental
Mean the losses will be too hard to rates
The median score
Hides the lost and the old age
So the land never sees
What the blue sea eroded
Is this the great art you were hoping for
While the emotionally numb
Waged a quiet war?
Did you know it′s not the '80s anymore?
I′ve got a hundred new distractions
Banging at my door
You can't fault my
Application
On the basis
Of my education
Did you pay for
A network provider?
The parental payroll
Has just made you blinder
Is this the great art you were hoping for
While the emotionally numb
Waged a quiet war?
Did you know it′s not the '80s anymore?
I′ve got a hundred new distractions
Banging at my door
It's hard not
To hope that you will rot
The exception to the rule
Never meant that much to you
It's hard not to hope that you will rots
But I will endeavor to be kind
It′s lodged in a crevice
In the recesses of my mind
Writer(s): Paul Smith, Duncan Lloyd Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com