LEKNES & THE LAYOFFS

Lyrics

Little Playhead had a way of figuring out
How he was gonna blame something on someone else
And someone needed to be blamed

He had been waiting around for too long
Waiting for someone or something that never came
And now he's coming down
He's running down the drain

Move back to start to the heart of the problem
It's not so much a problem as it is a disease
Aborigines
Spend time in the desert sun

Trying to figure out who we are
But Playhead found his sun in the bottle
And the consequence
It was a lot of rain

Falling behind of all the explanations
To handle handles of new doors opening up
Can be a hard job for anyone
There's all these expectations
Turns into limitations
All these expectations
Turns into limitations

Now moving back towards the start again
Just to find out it's closer to the end
Your looking for those aborigines
Not in the desert
Not here
Not in the forest

This ain't a forest it's just a lot of trees
Can you see the forest
No there's only trees
So go on then
Pick up the bottle
Yeah go on then
Pick up the bottle
Yeah go on then
Pick up the bottle
Yeah go on then
Pick up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
Pick up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
What is the consequence
It is a lot of rain
What is the consequence
It is a lot of rain
What is the consequence
It is a lot of rain
What is the consequence
It is a lot of rain

Solid rain can hold you
Faster than light
And strong winds may carry you
Out of the night
The moons will be manifold
And hours be long
Your arms may be weakened
Your mind not to strong
But solid rain may hold you
Faster than light
And sore wings shall carry you
Out of the night

Sometimes life, gives you a lesson
Sometimes life, gives you a lesson
Sometimes life gives you a lesson but it's slower than a snail
Some people buy their wings and others just set sail
Now you're picking up the pieces that was left along the trail
But the fingers lost their feeling and the skin is just so frail
Can you hold it all together or will it be another fail
Can you piece them all together turn the rags into a veil
But now the sky is boiling over and sun turned into hail
It is freezing it is torment it is time to fucking bail

Just bail
Go on and bail

But little Playhead had a way of figuring out
Little Playhead had way of figuring out
Figure out
Figaro
Figure out
Where you're gonna go next
Turn all those nightmares into wet
Dreams of the teacher from his junior high
This ain't not junior high though
It is a proper high
It is a proper high
A proper
Proper
High
High
High

What is the consequence
It is a lot of rain
What is the consequence
It is a lot of rain
What is the consequence
It is a lot of rain
What is the consequence
It is a lot of rain

Solid rain may hold you
Faster than light
And strong winds can carry you
Out of the nights
Your days may be blackened
By sorrows and plight
You're stuck in the endings
While dawnings you fight
You ask for forgiveness
When life should be what
You seek not redemption
From those who claim to have light
So hold on to yourself
I'll hold on to me
We won't always be in truth
And never truly free
But solid rain will hold us
Faster than light
And strong winds shall carry us
Out of the night