String Theory Songtext
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String Theory Songtext
[DESSA]
I travel with a lungful of music, doesn′t weigh a thing / reed's built in, breathe through it every time I sing / and I got pockets fulla my own hands, head fulla back-up plans / temper walks beside me, a gift I guess from my old man / History: lines on my face / Future: lines on my palm / they say heaven′s guarded by gates, damnation don't care much who's calling / but I don′t fall for that line, only one I walk is mine / I carry what I can and I′m still makin good time / Bones are hollow, that's where I keep marrow / This quiver in my lip, that′s just where I keep my arrows / I fold up my ideas I pack em neat inside my skull / I got this string theory: doesn't work to push, you gotta pull / so I′m pullin for me, and I'm pullin for mine / and they′re easy to read, but you can't trust the signs / Eyes blur in the heat, heat curves all the lines / try to keep up, speed up, get your feet up / and match mine
[CECIL] (Hook)
We'll wait til the dawn / And when dawn breaks we′re moving on / We′re raised by the laws / But the laws gonna break when we're moving on
[SIMS]
Gravity I never learned / I′m in the air stretch it out spaghetti western / I make it glow then let it go, no effort / That attachment only kept your flame sequestered / I just let it how the ember in my chest burn / I wasn't in for the fame or making profit / I just came to scrape my name into the cinder blocking / Now they′re flocking because the feather's same / I just burned the oil, toiled, man I fed the flame / You better aim before they tame you, boy / it′s a wild world they're coming for your pelt, young boy / They're tolling all the bells, Tolstoy / it′s war and peace, beast came to eat, old boy / oh boy
[SIMS]
Gravity is such a pesky thing / makes every weight in sight seem like it′s worth measuring / makes every step you take so tentative / but if you don't stride with purpose then there′s no benefit / I know, only on this surface til we float / but why wait? I pull for you and throw your hand a rope / I know, you can take time or take time by the throat / so tell me when it's time to go (Hook)
I travel with a lungful of music, doesn′t weigh a thing / reed's built in, breathe through it every time I sing / and I got pockets fulla my own hands, head fulla back-up plans / temper walks beside me, a gift I guess from my old man / History: lines on my face / Future: lines on my palm / they say heaven′s guarded by gates, damnation don't care much who's calling / but I don′t fall for that line, only one I walk is mine / I carry what I can and I′m still makin good time / Bones are hollow, that's where I keep marrow / This quiver in my lip, that′s just where I keep my arrows / I fold up my ideas I pack em neat inside my skull / I got this string theory: doesn't work to push, you gotta pull / so I′m pullin for me, and I'm pullin for mine / and they′re easy to read, but you can't trust the signs / Eyes blur in the heat, heat curves all the lines / try to keep up, speed up, get your feet up / and match mine
[CECIL] (Hook)
We'll wait til the dawn / And when dawn breaks we′re moving on / We′re raised by the laws / But the laws gonna break when we're moving on
[SIMS]
Gravity I never learned / I′m in the air stretch it out spaghetti western / I make it glow then let it go, no effort / That attachment only kept your flame sequestered / I just let it how the ember in my chest burn / I wasn't in for the fame or making profit / I just came to scrape my name into the cinder blocking / Now they′re flocking because the feather's same / I just burned the oil, toiled, man I fed the flame / You better aim before they tame you, boy / it′s a wild world they're coming for your pelt, young boy / They're tolling all the bells, Tolstoy / it′s war and peace, beast came to eat, old boy / oh boy
[SIMS]
Gravity is such a pesky thing / makes every weight in sight seem like it′s worth measuring / makes every step you take so tentative / but if you don't stride with purpose then there′s no benefit / I know, only on this surface til we float / but why wait? I pull for you and throw your hand a rope / I know, you can take time or take time by the throat / so tell me when it's time to go (Hook)
Writer(s): Dessa Margret Wander, Aaron Matthew Mader, Andrew William Sims, Kyle Craig Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com