Текст песни Tragically Hip - Sherpa
Tragically Hip - Sherpa слова песни
Me and the vivid girl in our hammock to the starsstaring into the fire before TV, the remote-control`s on MarsIn the dope of the pigment, in a poetic state of mindin a flood of the country we lay down to kill some timeAnd we spoke languidly of the Northern Beeand collecting dewdrops for tea underneath the cannonball treeWe were high, we were sherpa-high,we conspired against old friendswe said we must be friends or dieand we`ve died a thousand times since thenAnd we spoke long, at length of the fight or fleeand of nothing in particularly underneath the cannonball treeWe spoke off-handedly of the new extremesand of nothing in particularly underneath the cannonball treeWe`re at the point where we love or hate itwe can write it down and obliterate itwhen we`re at the point when we neither love nor hate itwe can lay down and obliterate it