All The Junk On The Outskirts
The fact of day and night means we're encaptured
By a rhythm led by the globe's spinning axis
Now I see the pulse In the disarray
Pandemonium laughed away
There are burdens and duties on our shoulders
But nothing comes easy in life, could've told ya
A broken man keeps in line, drunk on agnostic altar wine
Enduring one passing hour at a time, with entertainment and pills as if acid blinded
Such staggering and fabulous flames, this world contains
Some take for granted, some take the journey to its ashеs
Their remains will join the grain
Uh-uh
In that way, wе're all the same
And at that moment when the poetry is too lost
Behind shuttered windows and closed doors
All you want is women and song
And pacing these four walls don't find you none
Then the collected loneliness of the world strikes me
A finger on the doorbell at the apartment housings of defeat
All the junk on the outskirts, all those yet to emerge
All the junk on the outskirts, all those yet to emerge
Such staggering and fabulous flames, this world contains
Some take for granted, some take the journey to its ashes
Their remains will join the grain
Uh-uh
Uh-uh
In that way, we're all the same
By a rhythm led by the globe's spinning axis
Now I see the pulse In the disarray
Pandemonium laughed away
There are burdens and duties on our shoulders
But nothing comes easy in life, could've told ya
A broken man keeps in line, drunk on agnostic altar wine
Enduring one passing hour at a time, with entertainment and pills as if acid blinded
Such staggering and fabulous flames, this world contains
Some take for granted, some take the journey to its ashеs
Their remains will join the grain
Uh-uh
In that way, wе're all the same
And at that moment when the poetry is too lost
Behind shuttered windows and closed doors
All you want is women and song
And pacing these four walls don't find you none
Then the collected loneliness of the world strikes me
A finger on the doorbell at the apartment housings of defeat
All the junk on the outskirts, all those yet to emerge
All the junk on the outskirts, all those yet to emerge
Such staggering and fabulous flames, this world contains
Some take for granted, some take the journey to its ashes
Their remains will join the grain
Uh-uh
Uh-uh
In that way, we're all the same
Credits
Writer(s): Jakob Tvilling Pless, Dan Kjaer Nielsen, Elias Bender Ronnenfelt, Johan Suurballe Wieth
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