Don't Be Sad Songtext
von The Weeks

God took a razor, cut holes in our face
Two to hear, two to see, two to smell, one to taste
An unshaking hand with precision and grace
Showing everyone gets lonely sometimes
No one was righteous, we all came out wrong
Some of us were too short too fat or too tall
He kept on cutting and sewing up cloth
And he build someone built for a savior


Don′t be sad, we were all thrown away
But there is enough of us crumpled up people
We'll find somebody
Take a look in my bag, it′s the meaning of youth
Nothing but emptiness, innocence, cigarettes
And a dead brown recluse
Please keep me out of your history books
I'll be known for the places and hands that I shook
He cut us to sinners and singers and crooks
Still couldn't get what he longed for
We wandered around and we learned how to speak
We wanted so badly to pray or to preach
Some all-seeing father so far out of reach
I didn′t even bother trying

Don′t be sad, we were all thrown away
But there is enough of us crumpled up people
We'll find somebody
Take a look in my bag, it′s the meaning of youth
Nothing but emptiness, innocence, cigarettes
And a dead brown recluse

Well don't be ashamed if you′re seeking a friend
It's a beautiful reason to die in the end
It′s why we're all here just searching mistakes
A little too much like father
We're destined to be little stains in the paint
You can pick us and chip us and throw us away
Some color will shine through from some yesterday
So you′ll never forget where you came from


Don′t be sad, we were all thrown away
But there is enough of us crumpled up people
We'll find somebody
Take a look in my bag, it′s the meaning of youth
Nothing but emptiness, innocence, cigarettes
And a dead brown recluse
Nothing but emptiness, innocence, cigarettes
And a dead brown recluse