Three Chords and the Truth
Tell me now, is this how to begin
To wash away the rut that has been
To let you into a world where I sing
Or to make friends with the chaos within
Seems like there's nothing else to do,
Or can you share another breakthrough?
I grew up tall and I grew up thin
With permanent bruises left on my skin
Surrounded myself with the waves and the wind
I learnt how to loose, but I wanted to win
You could say I surrendered, unless
You can see how it's all a work in progress
My daddy taught me bout country and folk
'bout people, illusions and having it all
'bout thinking fast and thinking slow
About how to rise up after you fall
He said failure exists when you quit -
And he's right, as luck would have it
I moved to the city expecting to find
A whole lot of love and beautiful minds
Forgot how to treasure what I left behind
As I talked about Plato, art and design
And the city kept eating me alive
But it showed me how to survive
Well, I had a lover I had a decease
I finally started to do what I please
Spent a whole summer talking with threes
Kept writing my songs, but this time with ease
I'm not scared, not sorry or blue
This is my story, three chords and the truth
This is my story, three chords and the truth
To wash away the rut that has been
To let you into a world where I sing
Or to make friends with the chaos within
Seems like there's nothing else to do,
Or can you share another breakthrough?
I grew up tall and I grew up thin
With permanent bruises left on my skin
Surrounded myself with the waves and the wind
I learnt how to loose, but I wanted to win
You could say I surrendered, unless
You can see how it's all a work in progress
My daddy taught me bout country and folk
'bout people, illusions and having it all
'bout thinking fast and thinking slow
About how to rise up after you fall
He said failure exists when you quit -
And he's right, as luck would have it
I moved to the city expecting to find
A whole lot of love and beautiful minds
Forgot how to treasure what I left behind
As I talked about Plato, art and design
And the city kept eating me alive
But it showed me how to survive
Well, I had a lover I had a decease
I finally started to do what I please
Spent a whole summer talking with threes
Kept writing my songs, but this time with ease
I'm not scared, not sorry or blue
This is my story, three chords and the truth
This is my story, three chords and the truth
Credits
Writer(s): Renate Synnes Handal
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