So Lo Songtext
von Pond

White dreads get my blood pumping
These tummy tablets got me breaking in two
Big drops really make me feel like jumping
Into the laps of the privileged few
It′s become a habit, a predilection
Inventing endless tides of fiction
No
I feel so low
I should've learnt by now to keep my expectations
Low
Haunted by a child brittle as paper
And now my future is just a vapour
Writ in such cruel detail
I guess I shouldn′t let my train derail
It's become a habit, a predilection


No
I feel so low
I should've learnt by now to keep my expectations
Low
So so low
All this suffering is all a part of being
Making sense at all seems so Sisyphean
And I pray that my dying is freeing
All this linen makes me feel so European
It′s become a habit, a predilection
Inventing endless tides of fiction
No
I feel so low
I should′ve learnt by now to keep my expectations
Low