Old Sob Story Songtext
von Birdtalker

Every day, my life plays on
I try my best to sing along
But my mind′s like a feather in the wind
Feeling good, then feeling bad
I can't get off my fucking back
Reminding myself all I′ve gotten wrong

Oh, no, high time now
Gotta move my body to the earth's sweet sound
Gonna plant my feet, gonna loosen my hold
On my old sob story, and let it die

Every day, I'm looking out of the window
Wrapped around my eyes
I′m peering through a tinted glass
I want to see clear, I want to be free
From all the ways I get lost in defence and critique
My kaleidoscope head


Oh, no, high time now
Gotta move my body to the earth′s sweet sound
Gonna plant my feet, gonna loosen my hold
On my old sob story, and let it die

Oh, no, high time now
Gotta move my body to the earth's sweet sound
Gonna plant my feet, gonna loosen my hold
On my old sob story, and let it die
Oh, no, high time now
Gotta move my body to the earth′s sweet sound
Gonna plant my feet, gonna loosen my hold
On my old sob story, and let it die
Oh, no, high time now
Gotta move my body to the earth's sweet sound
Gonna plant my feet, gonna loosen my hold
On my old sob story, and let it die
On my old sob story, or let it die