Текст песни The Divine Comedy - Going Downhill Fast
The Divine Comedy - Going Downhill Fast слова песни
One butterflySpies a glint in his eye,Birds sing as he cycles by.Oh! Why should he feel sad?This world`s not so bad, and besides,Woe betide he who would frownWhen natural beauty abounds.And now with wheels spinning freeHe`s picking up speed.Two butterfliesTie knots in his stomach,They love it when he goes too fast.Wind whistles past,Whilst oceans of airThat will mess up his hair,Though he no longer cares any moreFor overindulgence and vanity,Vacuous vice!Just once or twice,Thrice,Four times in five we forget we`re aliveAnd neglect to remind ourselves.Three butterfliesRealise when it`s time to depart,They have tickled his ribsThey have fluttered his heart,But the starting is easy compared to the stopAnd the bottom is hard when compared to the top.Oh la la la la la etc...