Future Islands "Grease" paroles

Grease

We've been here beforeIn a gravel lot, by the back doorWe move the sameWe say the same thingsAnd the same song plays on the radio.

Time for the showAnd the road was long and slowAnd I'm growing oldI was a boy not long ago.

What happens to youth?What happened to truth?What happened to me?This song won't change a thing.

No, but the people want it allThe dancing bear, the bouncing ball.

Oh, I hope they want it all...Or the same song plays on the radio.

Time for the showAnd the road was long and slowAnd I'm growing oldAnd the highways take a toll.

Time for the showAnd the road was long and slowAnd I'm growing oldI was a boy not long ago.

Ici on peut trouver les paroles de la chanson Grease de Future Islands. Ou les paroles du poème Grease. Future Islands Grease texte.