| | A Classic Arts Showcase Lyrics Artist(Band):And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead
White glow of the TV set Lights dancing on the screen Voice-overs rise like minarets Then fall diatonically Should I answer a friend's distress call Or should I go to sleep? Would I, like the voices rise and fall, What's it to me? All those hours of wasted time Have never crossed my mind Here I am comfortable In arm's reach of the black remote Here I am comfortable Surrounded by strings and bows Let everyone else go Nights on Kirkwood so serene Far from the sirens and the screams I could write or I could read Go next door and smoke some weed As long as I don't have to think About who the hell's running this mess Or what shit they're writing up in the Stone or NME Go out and make a last call Or sit here and do nothing at all What's it to me? All those hours of wasted time Have never crossed my mind Here I am comfortable In arm's reach of the black remote Here I am comfortable All those clowns, what can they know? Let everyone else go If you find some error in A Classic Arts Showcase Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song A Classic Arts Showcase The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead" Music | |
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