Every Drop by Mipso Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Cool in a leather jacket that his
Mother bought him from the Goodwill primo rack 'cause it reminds her of a
Time, how it goes when you need it
How it stays around when you are trying to be something different than you were
[Chorus]
Am I lying to the crowd
If I say it's just something that she found?
Every drop comes back around
And it's heavy in the curtains
It's making puddles on the ground
[Verse 2]
Blue and the white tails streaming
From the Thunderbirds performing feats of military might for children
Crying is a poor solution
For the quickly burning body where we find ourselves applauding wasted fuel
[Chorus]
Am I making too much?
We all know we're headed for a bust
Every drop is made of dust
And it calls you to the window
Where the Romans say, "Hey, remember us?"
[Verse 3]
Now he waits at the corner
I am standing there beside him admiring his prematurely jaded
Style makes a mess of getting
Out from under these impressions of our mothers that keep coming back around
[Chorus]
Am I reading empty signs?
Is it just the paranoia of the times?
Every drop comes down the line
And it's running through our bodies
We're heavy on the vine
Cool in a leather jacket that his
Mother bought him from the Goodwill primo rack 'cause it reminds her of a
Time, how it goes when you need it
How it stays around when you are trying to be something different than you were
[Chorus]
Am I lying to the crowd
If I say it's just something that she found?
Every drop comes back around
And it's heavy in the curtains
It's making puddles on the ground
[Verse 2]
Blue and the white tails streaming
From the Thunderbirds performing feats of military might for children
Crying is a poor solution
For the quickly burning body where we find ourselves applauding wasted fuel
[Chorus]
Am I making too much?
We all know we're headed for a bust
Every drop is made of dust
And it calls you to the window
Where the Romans say, "Hey, remember us?"
[Verse 3]
Now he waits at the corner
I am standing there beside him admiring his prematurely jaded
Style makes a mess of getting
Out from under these impressions of our mothers that keep coming back around
[Chorus]
Am I reading empty signs?
Is it just the paranoia of the times?
Every drop comes down the line
And it's running through our bodies
We're heavy on the vine