Sinch - The Observer lyrics

Sing your sad song everyday Will you sing it on the say that you die? And all the while All around you The sun seems now to be setting On all that's left of your old life Sellers of the moon Sellers of the sky Centers of what you understand Now you can't sing everyday Have you ever really taken a stand? Maybe your disgraced Maybe it's not alright Maybe that's okay Is it now? Or is it now, now, now, oh? Do your sad dance on display You'll be dancing on the day that you die I haven't felt, haven't felt the kiss Of the long slow scent of goodbye Tattoo on the neck Sensual refined The crest of the sun and the moon If you can't dance every day I hope that someday they'll be dancing for you Maybe your disgraced Maybe it's not alright Maybe that's okay Is it now? Now who are you to point Your fat little fingers? You barely know that back of your own hand Now who are you to grasp With frustrated fingers? You barely know the back of your own Barely know the back of your own hand Hands Hands Hands Hands Hands I only wanted to shine for you Philosophies And your bullsh** Listen through the years slowly we succumb to the campaign of fear You never know how far it goes 'Till you throw yourself right in You were born to the light Why not let it shine? Philosophies And your bullsh** I listen through the years And slowly I succumb to the campaign of fear You never know how far it goes 'Till you throw yourself right in You were born from the light Why not let it shine? You were born from the light So let it shine