Settle Down
The sun settled for the day,
The moon settled for the night.
You settled for her love,
Because you seek the quiet life.
And I understood, I do;
But I could never feel the same as you.
You lock your bedroom door;
But keep your front door open wide.
So you can let everyone in,
But keep a quiet place to hide.
And I believe in you,
But I can't believe in what you choose to.
And you say, Settle Down, Settle Down,
It's good enough for me,
Like a spider with a fly,
A sailor with the sea,
But I'm just here with my good friend:
You won't make a settler out of me.
Petals and feather down
Struggle to reach the ground.
Unsure if they want to land,
And when they do, don't make a sound.
And that's the same as you,
You fall because you think you ought to.
And you say, Settle Down, Settle Down,
It's good enough for me,
Like a spider with a fly,
A sailor with the sea,
But I'm just here with my good friend:
You won't make a settler out of me.
The tart tang upon your tongue;
Remembered taste of being young.
An hour passes away,
You ask for seconds again. And you say
What's wrong with you? Who made you the way that you are?
Well it was Father Time, but he's no father of mine.
Father of mine.
The moon settled for the night.
You settled for her love,
Because you seek the quiet life.
And I understood, I do;
But I could never feel the same as you.
You lock your bedroom door;
But keep your front door open wide.
So you can let everyone in,
But keep a quiet place to hide.
And I believe in you,
But I can't believe in what you choose to.
And you say, Settle Down, Settle Down,
It's good enough for me,
Like a spider with a fly,
A sailor with the sea,
But I'm just here with my good friend:
You won't make a settler out of me.
Petals and feather down
Struggle to reach the ground.
Unsure if they want to land,
And when they do, don't make a sound.
And that's the same as you,
You fall because you think you ought to.
And you say, Settle Down, Settle Down,
It's good enough for me,
Like a spider with a fly,
A sailor with the sea,
But I'm just here with my good friend:
You won't make a settler out of me.
The tart tang upon your tongue;
Remembered taste of being young.
An hour passes away,
You ask for seconds again. And you say
What's wrong with you? Who made you the way that you are?
Well it was Father Time, but he's no father of mine.
Father of mine.
Credits
Writer(s): James Mason, Elizabeth Shadbolt, Matt Doherty, Bobby Blencowe, Sara Mecci
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