Propagandhi - Gifts Lyrics






Wake up, coughing, tired, with my face in my hands,
Staring at the window as the sunlight demands action.
All the energy it takes to close these bedroom blinds.
Wrote this selfish sadness on a bathroom wall,
Spent half the span of some lost culture's rise and fall,
But I'm as clueless as a drooling four-year-old.

Still hoping I might find the capacity (capacity)
To let you know I know you're lonely.

So here's the last call for regrets.
A final slow dance through
The days that we all hold on to.
Here's the promises I've made,
Tied too tight to undo.
An unwrapped gift from me to you.

All the slightly insane on the 18 North Main,
Reaching for a small-town downtown, night rain.
Nothing I could say could be worth saying anyway today.
Like, "Hey, whatever happened to what's that guy's name?"
We get a little older and we look the same: askance.
Excuse my failing sense of humour.

Still hoping I might find the capacity (capacity)
To let you know that we're all lonely.

So here's the last call for regrets.
A final slow dance through
The days that we all hold on to.
Here's the promises I've made:
A razor blade and this broken piece of chain.
A history left to rust out in the rain.





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  1. W.... S....

    Yes so great

  2. P.... K....

    one of the best john / chris combos on this track

  3. V.... A....

    this song isn't in its the original pitch

    V.... A....

    lol, i wouldn't have noticed, but i'm guessing that it's been altered slightly so as to avoid potential copyright removal

  4. C.... ....

    left to rust out in the rain... damn

  5. j.... ....

    thanks you for uploading this! some dick broke into my car and stole all my music. love this album

  6. M.... H....

    Absolute brilliance is leaking from my headphones into my mind.