Nineteen Sixty Five Songtext
Good evening
This is Headache speaking
Please remember to breathe
The numbers are: 11, 13, 21, 26, 36, and 108
The colours are: blue, yellow, red, and purple
When I was young, the moon used to walk me to school
And I would eat my cereal with a spoon
But now that I'm older, I like to eat it with a fork
Do I have to?
This is Headache speaking
Please remember to breathe
The numbers are: 11, 13, 21, 26, 36, and 108
The colours are: blue, yellow, red, and purple
When I was young, the moon used to walk me to school
And I would eat my cereal with a spoon
But now that I'm older, I like to eat it with a fork
Do I have to?
No
Do I want to?
No
Sometimes life is just hard for no reason
Sometimes you need to feel the weight of something pointless on your shouldеrs
Listen to me
I know how cool it would be if Sunday lastеd the whole damn week
I know that if you want to know how paradise really feels
You have to try somehow to be a little like a god
And if you're still here, remember, I'm not real
And neither are your dreams
And I'm sorry to break it to you
But, if that ever mattered to you at all
It was over from the start
We smoke 5.2 trillion cigarettes a year
Are you honestly trying to tell me that we couldn't manage a few more?
There are 100 trillion synapses in our brains
30 trillion cells in our lovely bodies
And there are 400 billion stars in the Milky Way There are mad different types of fruit, which are somehow basically all delicious
There are different styles of insects
Of flowers, of birds, of bees, of reptiles, of trees, of mountains, of mammals, of rivers, of deserts, of potions, of jungles, of lakes, of glaciers, of geysers, of volcanoes, and so, so much more
But quite amazingly, we have 34 thousand distinct emotions
And I'm currently experiencing one
What about you?
I can't tell you mine
That's for me to know
And you to try and find out
Good luck
Do I want to?
No
Sometimes life is just hard for no reason
Sometimes you need to feel the weight of something pointless on your shouldеrs
Listen to me
I know how cool it would be if Sunday lastеd the whole damn week
I know that if you want to know how paradise really feels
You have to try somehow to be a little like a god
And if you're still here, remember, I'm not real
And neither are your dreams
And I'm sorry to break it to you
But, if that ever mattered to you at all
It was over from the start
We smoke 5.2 trillion cigarettes a year
Are you honestly trying to tell me that we couldn't manage a few more?
There are 100 trillion synapses in our brains
30 trillion cells in our lovely bodies
And there are 400 billion stars in the Milky Way There are mad different types of fruit, which are somehow basically all delicious
There are different styles of insects
Of flowers, of birds, of bees, of reptiles, of trees, of mountains, of mammals, of rivers, of deserts, of potions, of jungles, of lakes, of glaciers, of geysers, of volcanoes, and so, so much more
But quite amazingly, we have 34 thousand distinct emotions
And I'm currently experiencing one
What about you?
I can't tell you mine
That's for me to know
And you to try and find out
Good luck
