City and Colour "Boiled Frogs" Songtext

Boiled Frogs

Old man sits at his deskOne year from retirementAnd he's up for reviewHe's not quite sure what to do

Each passing yearThe workload grows

I'm always wishingI'm always wishing too lateFor things to come my wayIt always ends up the same

And I must be missingI must be missing the pointYour signal fades awayAnd all I'm left with is noise

So wait upI'm not sleeping alone again tonightThere's so much to dream aboutThere must be more to my life

Poor little tin manStill swinging his axeEven though, even thoughHis joints are clogged with rust

My youth is slippingMy youth is slipping awaySafe in monotonyDay after day

My youth is slippingMy youth is slipping awayCold wind blows off the lakeAnd I know for sure that it's too late

So wait upI'm not sleeping alone again tonightThere's so much to dream aboutThere must be more to my life

Wait upI'm not sleeping alone again tonightBetween the light and shallow wavesIs where I'm going to die

So won't you wait up for me?Won't you wait up for me?Won't you wait up for me?Oh, wait up for me

Hier finden Sie den Text des Liedes Boiled Frogs Song von City and Colour. Oder der Gedichttext Boiled Frogs. City and Colour Boiled Frogs Text.