Do Go On Songtext
von Chisel

If I called you a killer, would you stab me in my heart?
The way is open and while you′re choking, we're all waiting for the start
And once it′s spoken, the way is open to conjoin what was apart
And not just token, the way is open to put the balm on where it's smart, yeah, yeah

Pretty words are colourless but pleasing to my mind
And if I'm joking, once it′s spoken, pretty words seem pretty dry
And here′s a token of what was broken and if it makes you want to cry
Once it's spoken, the way is open to wash the blink out of your eye, yeah, yeah


The iron pen
A plastic smile and a conceit that defeats it all
The higher ground is all the while outside these city walls
But do go on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on
Do go on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on

Silly words are colourless but twisting to my tongue
The way is open to not die choking on a liturgy of crumbs
And once it′s spoken, the way is open to put ice on hammered thumbs
And not just spoken, and not a token
And you won't see it when it comes, yeah, yeah

The iron pen
A plastic smile and a conceit that defeats it all
The higher ground is all the while outside these city walls
But do go on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on
Do go on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on