Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin - Critical Drain lyrics

rate me

Nothin' ever changes; is that really your name?

What's it mean, what's the context, could you explain?

I don't mean to be an asshole, I don't mean to complain

But is that all we've given ya?

I see no point in turning all this worry to shame

There ain't no need to point the finger; I got no one else to blame

Talk of secession has never been so plain

But is that all that we've said here?

The kids are on fire; I'm just sat back tendin' the flames

And we're just circlin' 'round the critical drain

Big-time intuition in a tiny little brain

Spoutin' out thoughts about doubts and jealousy and pain

Open-ended questions and the ones they contain

Did it all go to hell in a day, kid?

Consider this my condition

On the ashes of the funerary pyre

Would you still have me surrender my lyre?

I'm only askin' 'cause it seems like you wanna say

That we're just circlin' 'round the critical drain

Consider this my audition

For that little jazz combo in the sky

If I'm not there yet, I'll tell you why

I'm too busy defiling the American songbook's name

And we're just circlin' 'round the critical drain

Yeah, we're just circlin' 'round the critical drain

Yeah, we're just circlin' 'round the critical drain

written by: Cardwell, John Robert / Dickey, Philip Abram / Knauer, William Lincoln;

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.