Life Thru a Lens - Robbie Williams

[ti:Siberian Breaks]
[ar:MGMT]
[al:Congratulations]
[by:Jermen]
[00:00.11]MGMT - Siberian Breaks
[00:08.02]
[00:14.60]lrc by Jermen
[00:26.50]Sleep as the goer
[00:29.44]the bridge that watches the light speed thru
[00:34.62]and cries while the spirit stumbles
[00:38.35]and inside missile for the protection of you
[00:51.14]maybe it's siletn
[00:54.08]the voice can't bear anymore strain
[00:59.35]but speak without even knowing
[01:02.96]and streams outside in the direction of truth
[01:26.73]there's no reason there's no secret to decode
[01:35.18]if youc an't save it, leave it dying on the road
[01:44.30]wide open arms can feel so cold
[01:49.52]so cold
[01:51.24]feel so cold
[02:17.19]balance the books, the ledges, the loons
[02:18.91]the disappointed look on the faces
[02:21.24]that squint at the moon
[02:25.10]let's see it with shadows enhance
[02:29.61]and then vote to decide who'll adce
[02:34.52]silver jet plane, making a turn
[02:37.56]exciting the brain that expects it to crash and then burn
[02:43.95]it's not the life lesson I'd've guessed
[02:48.44]if you're conscious you must be depressed
[02:53.02]or at least cynical
[02:59.51]but someone might still eat the steaks
[03:02.77]even if they're tough
[03:05.82]spending the day
[03:07.35]chewing the fat
[03:08.85]floating away isn't roguh but it's not enough
[03:18.70]oh marianne, pass me the joint
[03:21.45]the sandpaper's tan
[03:22.98]go-getters are surfing the point
[03:27.67]and london's a cratch on the lens
[03:30.67]it's over before it begins
[03:37.09]silk 'round her neck falls down to her shoulders
[03:40.28]the older I get, the more I suspect there's a trick
[03:46.49]but really there's no trip at all
[03:49.53]that doesn't result in a fall
[03:55.58]or a faltering
[04:02.08]but something might spit out the bait
[04:05.46]even if it's real
[04:08.50]rolling away
[04:09.89]missing a spoke
[04:11.59]close to the ground like a wheel but it's not enough
[04:20.98]holding th eline
[04:22.52]clutching the phone
[04:24.04]nobly wasting the night, but it isn't right
[04:30.04]it's not right
[04:33.38]smelling for blood
[04:34.99]praying for rain
[04:36.46]running away isn't rough, but it's not enough
[04:56.85]the low tide is telling me, when it's over,
[05:10.18]to breathe in everything exposed
[05:19.18]and comes back to cover me in a blanket
[05:32.69]being here's always changing tunes
[07:02.38]the empty sky surrounds me but i can't see at all
[07:16.03]wide open arms can feel so cold
[07:29.29]and you can sit beside me and tell me what it's
[07:34.87]worth
[07:42.68]but I hope I die before i get sold
[07:56.28]I hope I die before I get sold
[08:09.67]I'd rather die before I get sold
[08:22.27]if you find the soul that you lost
[08:26.76]frozen in a starry void
[08:31.73]take it within and hope the sight of blood
[08:34.66]can will signs of life to return
[08:40.55]back to the way that it was
[08:44.74]long before it made a noise
[08:49.63]to keep on quietly reminding you
[08:52.55]what's never created or destroyed
[08:57.38]
[09:13.23]wake as the swell peaks
[09:16.20]the close-outs drowning the birds with roars
[09:21.59]and howls scare the new unkindness
[09:24.90]that picks and laughs at the carrion scene
[09:32.39]
[09:35.56]forces you see breath can always go into hiding
[09:43.85]and wait 'til it passes over
[09:47.34]or stay far gone for all eternity 
[09:56.15]lrc by Jermen