New Gods Songtext
von Withered Hand
New Gods Songtext
I knew it wouldn't feel right
Or do I look like the kind
I sleep alone tonight
I sleep alone
I could get behind you
And in the morning we'd be mourning our youth
Sometimes, it doesn't do to do
Sometimes, it doesn't do
I never said I was good
How after all these years of life
I'm slipping into a new line
Into a new line
And I would fight like you wouldn't believe
I know that I don't seem the type
But we can do it OK
Or we can do it right
Oh, we can do it OK
Or we can do it
Right
All hail the new thing
If that is all you learned
You'll get your fingers burned
You'll catch your fingers
I counted lucky stars
Above a field in Switzerland
New gods, for this unguardedly man
New gods, new gods
And she said I used to be beautiful
And now I'm barely pushing plain
Some day you'll be beautiful again
Some day, you will be
Somewhere just out of view
Above our heads there'll burn the flame
Now tell me we are not all the same
Now tell me
We are not all
The same
All hail the new thing
Or do I look like the kind
I sleep alone tonight
I sleep alone
I could get behind you
And in the morning we'd be mourning our youth
Sometimes, it doesn't do to do
Sometimes, it doesn't do
I never said I was good
How after all these years of life
I'm slipping into a new line
Into a new line
And I would fight like you wouldn't believe
I know that I don't seem the type
But we can do it OK
Or we can do it right
Oh, we can do it OK
Or we can do it
Right
All hail the new thing
If that is all you learned
You'll get your fingers burned
You'll catch your fingers
I counted lucky stars
Above a field in Switzerland
New gods, for this unguardedly man
New gods, new gods
And she said I used to be beautiful
And now I'm barely pushing plain
Some day you'll be beautiful again
Some day, you will be
Somewhere just out of view
Above our heads there'll burn the flame
Now tell me we are not all the same
Now tell me
We are not all
The same
All hail the new thing
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