Текст песни Tragically Hip - Ultra Mundane
Tragically Hip - Ultra Mundane слова песни
Come the ultra mundane of another lifeYou know it by the trail of the nervousnessYour memories compress, your senses are slyAnd portions of your shadowiness on, on your everyday nightsInto northern lightsPour it all at their serviceStart beginning by beginningIt`s time, it`s time, it`s timeA new tradition, a new beginningIt`s time, it`s time, it`s timeIt`s time to make it inside with a wristband, alrightTo see Etobicoke coyotesTo get pretend scars, to see like a pairTo feel as welcome as a sneeze in a motorcycle helmetFeel the ultra mundane of another lifeA poet in the serviceStart beginning, new traditionsIt`s time, it`s time, it`s timeThe demolition is beginningIt`s time, it`s time, it`s timeThey`re underpinning the traditionIt`s time, it`s time, it`s timeNo perdition in the beginningIt`s time, it`s timeBut there`s no time to ask, "Hey, whatcha building? Another ocean?"You looked at me like I was eating runny eggs in slow motionMaybe, maybe I saw you soften, babyWhen your angst had me over your shoulderYour beleaguered old ladyStart beginning, a new traditionIt`s time, it`s time, it`s timeNo tradition of derelictionIt`s time, it`s time, it`s timeNo conditions, no seditionIt`s time, it`s time, it`s timeA new beginning, a new traditionAnd at the end I`ll burn so unkindYou might ask, "Hey, whatcha building? Another ocean? Another ocean?"