Letra de It Carries On
If I separate my big dreams from humiliation
The common cold, any excuse
You know I'm not having fun
The common cold, any excuse
You know I'm not having fun
Let them all teach me the news
If I cut them off
Who will feed my self-deprivation?
The last one born
And the first to say, now what were you thinking?
Let them all clean up for you
In the morning
I roll over from such a strange dream
And the dream, it carries on around me
So there it is
You want the truth, but not an admission
The sycophants
The Monday morning self-immolation
It goes on
Until, in the morning
I roll over from such a strange dream
And thе dream carries on around me
If I cut them off
Who will feed my self-deprivation?
The last one born
And the first to say, now what were you thinking?
Let them all clean up for you
In the morning
I roll over from such a strange dream
And the dream, it carries on around me
So there it is
You want the truth, but not an admission
The sycophants
The Monday morning self-immolation
It goes on
Until, in the morning
I roll over from such a strange dream
And thе dream carries on around me