Punks and Poets by Elliot Root Lyrics
[Intro]
It's an alliteration
Punks and poets
Praying for no pain
It's just a hopeful destination
Saints and sinners
They're laughing all the same
[Verse 1]
See, I don't mind what you have to say
Got your finger on the trigger and that's OK
I have never been one to run with the bullets in my hand
You've been looking for a reason
To tear it all down and I don't understand why
[Pre-Chorus]
If it's all just the same
We could watch it burn
Or live instead
[Chorus]
Can you feel the calling in the air?
Let's pretend there's nothing left to fear
[Verse 2]
We the people, in order to find a more perfect place to be
Need to forget all the shit that they are wanting us to see
Who said it's beautiful? Why don't we know?
Cut down a flower in bloom, what's the use?
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, I can feel it, there's a new love on the way
[Chorus]
Can you feel the calling in the air?
Let's pretend there's nothing left to fear (to fear)
[Interlude]
[Chorus]
Can you feel it calling?
It's an alliteration
Punks and poets
Praying for no pain
It's just a hopeful destination
Saints and sinners
They're laughing all the same
It's an alliteration
Punks and poets
Praying for no pain
It's just a hopeful destination
Saints and sinners
They're laughing all the same
[Verse 1]
See, I don't mind what you have to say
Got your finger on the trigger and that's OK
I have never been one to run with the bullets in my hand
You've been looking for a reason
To tear it all down and I don't understand why
[Pre-Chorus]
If it's all just the same
We could watch it burn
Or live instead
[Chorus]
Can you feel the calling in the air?
Let's pretend there's nothing left to fear
[Verse 2]
We the people, in order to find a more perfect place to be
Need to forget all the shit that they are wanting us to see
Who said it's beautiful? Why don't we know?
Cut down a flower in bloom, what's the use?
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, I can feel it, there's a new love on the way
[Chorus]
Can you feel the calling in the air?
Let's pretend there's nothing left to fear (to fear)
[Interlude]
[Chorus]
Can you feel it calling?
It's an alliteration
Punks and poets
Praying for no pain
It's just a hopeful destination
Saints and sinners
They're laughing all the same