Peter Bjorn And John Album

Decadent picture of you in nude, sits on my shoulder
whispers in my ear, makes me feel prude
obscene gesture makes me feel filthy, makes you feel guilty,
still can't help it , let's just sink, degradation

Naive pretensions, nowhere discussion
I pity the downfall, I pity the sarcasm
you're lips are sealed, you know how it feels?
comfortable apartment, in a comfortable chair
a lock of goldilocks, a lock of bear
your lips are poisonous, that's what destroys us

But I don't know what I want her to do
can't figure out what I'm supposed to do
seems like all that it's coming to
I don't know what I want us to do

Virginity is bound to fail at the altar
the groom is empty, stuffed up with candy
the sheets are soiled, olive oil?
we're oh so pretty and we're oh so young,
digging your eyelid, singing a song:
I want you on top, I want you because..

But I don't know what I want her to do
can't figure out what I'm supposed to do
seems like all that it's coming to
I don't know what I want us to do

Give me one good reason why I should be going home
if I really wanted to leave I would allready be gone
it's a different situation that we're looking at
it's a brand new situation and we can't go back

Maby it was overdone but we're still around
even when we aimed to fail we just tried again and passed

I remember silly things that we said we shared
I remember things you told me 'bout your mom and dad
it's a different situation that we're looking at
it's a brand new situation and we can't go back

Maby it was overdone but we're still around
even when we aimed to fail we just tried again and passed

People they know when you're not getting it right,
so they phone you and ask you to go out, people they know
People they know when you're in a bar and you don't have the
slighest clue where you are, people they know
People they know when you're been out, drinking and you're
not in bed until five, so they phone you and ask you to come around

people they know, but what are they thinking?
people they know, but what are they thinking?
what are they really thinking..

People they know when you've been walking around, wishing
and to come across, the one you wanted to come across
people they know when you're at home and you're dialing that number again
just to hang up the phone once again

people they know, but what are they thinking?
people they know, but what are they thinking?
what are they really thinking..

This mutual misunderstanding here, I said
But it's obviously just been inside my head.
No matter what I'd say
They won't be listening today.
A correspondence has usually no point
when done one way.
You should know, you ain't worth it
Why pretend?
They seem to think
You're not on the same level as our friends.
You're not okay.
But if there is no way to get through, in the end
Why bother?
To follow?
Don't expect too much
Some people are always out of touch
There are persons who never let you in, once they (?) nothing

From now on, I'm gonna let it happen, from now on, from now on
From now on, I'm gonna let it pass, from now on, from now on
Things that happen just once, once or twice
Might cut you down to size, cut you down to size, in your life

From now on, I'm gonna let it happen, from now on, from now on
From now on, I'm gonna let it pass, from now on, from now on
Things that happen just once, once or twice
Might cut you down to size,take you by suprise, in your life

I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired
I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired

The ground was filled with snow, I really had to go
'Cause I saw you waiting for me
Before my inner eyes, and figured out replies
That would make it easier to see
That spring took a halt in kindness
Just to clear out our blindness
Matchmaker, a grand faker
Matchmaking me to you
Matchmaker, a grand faker
Matchmaking me to you

I'm not among the crowd, who screams out loud
But who whispers, when they are afraid
I'm quiet, the reverse, I don't like to rehearse
So socializing may seem dull with me
But you don't seem to mind, kind as you are, one of a kind
Matchmaker, a grand faker
Matchmaking me to you

Happy love cartoons, april fools
I'm so grateful for the way you're carrying me
Heavy load I guess but I confess
Half of the time I'm pushing you in front of me
The ground was filled with snow, I really had to go
'Cause I saw you waiting for me
Before my inner eyes, and figured out replies
That would make it easier to see
That spring took a halt in kindness
Just to clear out our blindness
Matchmaker, a grand faker
Matchmaking me to you
Matchmaker, a grand faker
Matchmaking me to you

Think of me and I will think of you,
Then at least we all can do
What the other wants us to
Be with me and I will be with you,
As to complicate things further
I will always be true

Collect, select, reflect and think
Pick out the things you want and need
They're telling you
You can't always be the center of attention, but you can try,
You can try, you can try, you can try. Try, try, try, try, try

Honesty is easy to act, as a matter of a fact,
It disguises what you lack
Try, try, try, try

I can hear my own stpes echoing in the woods
-"Work is the essence of life!"
We can't accept that it will stay there,
With me rubbing my hands against my temple,
And the laughing at something funny beyond

To be oh so sarcastic doesn't work every hour,
Every hour of the year
You fall off when the seat has been taken
Like the rest of us, -"Be kind be real or get out of my sight"

It's hard to carry those facts,
Especially when they're either fiction
Or standardized moralities
Like 100 meters of hurdles

Have distance to the subject that matters,
Strangle common lies in case
I'm not reciting from an already existing tragedy
Catch me lying down, playing dead and buried
Or dig me up when I'm really gone

It's favourable when it lies,
But it's not like your wrestling partner
You can't walk out and kick it down,
Like 100 meters of hurdles
You'll have to shuffle small talk to pin it down

I'm sarcastic and reply in that manner,
But I can't get to the point
Why should the underdog, even take his brushes out
When they already play duets from the western canon,
By Krishna and the west wind, there in something funny
Beyond, something funny beyond

we're all on a grey scale in one open zone,
still you have to be a gender, not to be alone
it's automatic, the things that are expected of you,
little sister can't be a brute
I wanna shut my ears when you're talking to me, 'cause I
can't act in opposition while I'm down on my knees, all these
already brainwashed before their brain-cells set sail

you better read your John Gray in this Kentucky fried sty
you better stand up while you pee and you better know why
it's automatic about which subject you're expected to speak
little brother can't be weak
the little boys already know the football rules and when
they hear I don't they think I'm a fool
the little girls are full-grown princesses,
and those who aren't are spaced-out oddities

think about it, does it really upset you so
did you think about those things when you where younger
it doesn't matter, cause those things are always round to
be found

it's all so easy, in your academic little crowd, but when you
get out in the real world,
you're not so proud, of youre opinions
there's no reason to get into debate,
Mr. Revelation came too late

it's getting hard to know what's black or white
it's getting hard to tell my left foot from my right
it's getting hard to say what I'm talking about
but as this angry persona, I have no doubt...

I ran out of luck, I ran out of everything I got
Then someone came and picked me up
Picked me up, took me to someplace I don't even recall

I was out of reach, out of reach for anyone but me
Then someone refused to stand back, stand back and listen
To my egoistic chat
-Oh no, it ain't that easy, I should know it ain't easy,
But I don't

Assume I had a chance to clear things out alone,
But ticks I used to know were laying under earth,
My last surviving hope hade bidden me goodbye,
How loud I ever made that noise, how much it ever hurt,
Do understand, I'm just firing blanks

For and hour every day, my mouth is overfilled,
With better things to say that I threw in your face,
Forget that battered truth, I made it up myself,
How hard it might have been, your defence was a waste
Do understand, I'm just firing blanks
Do understand, I'm just firing blanks

Please, adjust this place it's getting skew,
Losing former shape
Attempting to look new
Please, adjust this place it's on my nerves,
I'm so mixed up it must hade thrown a minor curse
It's tripping on it's toes, why this place never grows
It's tripping on it's toes

Stranger than strange,
Carpets moving me around, for the first time
This is what I found
Drawing by numbers and still not understanding any of it
This is what I found, moving me around

Try to lay down, breathing slow,
Gasping for air and raising a dust
I got bored before
Now theres a difference, new brand of motivation
Moving me around, saftey net pulled down

How do you define yourself, it's important to know
How do you define yourself, it's a must for me to know
If you don't know how to do it, you shouldn't do it at all
That's true, come on and step, climb, fall over me

Narrow-minded boy, looking straight ahead
Too much chemicals shut out empathy in your head
If I shall respect you, you'll have to respect me too
Not for my technical skills, but for what I am
Definng my self as too, growing just like you
Look up to you, you look down on me
Until you can't see, what I used to be

High-tension stomach-aches ain't always perfect art
But you can do anything, pretentious, dumb or smart
So what is your answer to the so-called eternal return
We won't get rid of it, neither of us will
Until our self-esteem is thicker than big chill
I'm still the fan in front of the band
And you are the man in front of the band

Do you believe in the sigths of goodbye
Watching your eyes, don't start to cry
Starting to tremble losing myself to you

Shadow-boxing at no certain target
Want to hit hard, but not as hard yet
Cause I am falling backwards by myselfe

So I don't need you to hit back at me
Don't need to give you a reason to do it

I know I've given you quite a few already as it is

Do you believe in the sounds of goodbye
A quiet riot or just false alarm
By the end of the evening I'm still holding you
By the end of the evening I'm still holding you