Song Description
A low key indie tune about getting older. Facing change.
| Song Length |
4:39 |
Genre |
Rock - Indie/Low-Fi, Pop - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Gloomy, Worried |
Subject |
Youth, Change |
| Similar Artists |
Beck, The Flaming Lips |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Please tell me mom that things get easier, when will I breathe easier?
Please tell me mom the sun gets hot again, when will I know my friends again?
How old must I get before I'm young and innocent again mother? I can't take much more of this...
I'm being picked up by my tail with fury, but to no avail.
I'm being pawed at like some prey. I scurry, but captured anyway.
How old must I get before I'm young and innocent again mother? I can't take much more of this...
I'm not old, but I understand we're building ships in quicksand.
We're sitting ducks in quicksand.
We're drawing lines in quicksand.
We're building ships in quicksand.
I'm not saying that there's anything owed to me, but I will say I want more.
I'm not saying there's a building conspiracy, but I won't unlock the door.
How old must I get before I'm young and innocent again mother? I can't take much more of this...
I'm not old, but I understand, we're building ships in quicksand.
We're sitting ducks in quicksand.
We're drawing' lines in quicksand.
We're building ships in quicksand