Pushing Up by Type Two Error Lyrics
[Verse 1]
As the rain starts to fall
And a black begins to call
There’s nowhere left to go
But is it just ebb and flow?
When the knife fully twists
In the midst of a mist
You grab out for a sign
A hooked fish on a line
[Chorus]
As the hurt
Steadily starts to unnerve
Those decisions that you’ve tried to swerve
Is the hawkish remarks getting worse?
Looking hard for an inverse
Full of hate fuelled by too many careless mistakes
A derision that you can’t escape
That uneasiness fails to abate
Prеying on every mistake
[post-Chorus]
7 of cups
You’rе in a flux
It’s all gone amok
You’re always pushing up
[Verse 2]
All the wrongs you can’t right
You’re dropping fast out of sight
There’s nowhere left to go
When you’ve fuck all to show
Time keeps ticking along
Sell a stone for a son
You grab out for a sign
Withering on a vine
[Chorus]
As the hurt
Steadily starts to unnerve
Those decisions that you’ve tried to swerve
Is the hawkish remarks getting worse?
Looking hard for an inverse
Full of hate fuelled by too many careless mistakes
A derision that you can’t escape
That uneasiness fails to abate
Preying on every mistake
[Post-Chorus]
7 of cups
You’re in a flux
It’s all gone amok
You’re always pushing up
[Instrumental Outro]
As the rain starts to fall
And a black begins to call
There’s nowhere left to go
But is it just ebb and flow?
When the knife fully twists
In the midst of a mist
You grab out for a sign
A hooked fish on a line
[Chorus]
As the hurt
Steadily starts to unnerve
Those decisions that you’ve tried to swerve
Is the hawkish remarks getting worse?
Looking hard for an inverse
Full of hate fuelled by too many careless mistakes
A derision that you can’t escape
That uneasiness fails to abate
Prеying on every mistake
[post-Chorus]
7 of cups
You’rе in a flux
It’s all gone amok
You’re always pushing up
[Verse 2]
All the wrongs you can’t right
You’re dropping fast out of sight
There’s nowhere left to go
When you’ve fuck all to show
Time keeps ticking along
Sell a stone for a son
You grab out for a sign
Withering on a vine
[Chorus]
As the hurt
Steadily starts to unnerve
Those decisions that you’ve tried to swerve
Is the hawkish remarks getting worse?
Looking hard for an inverse
Full of hate fuelled by too many careless mistakes
A derision that you can’t escape
That uneasiness fails to abate
Preying on every mistake
[Post-Chorus]
7 of cups
You’re in a flux
It’s all gone amok
You’re always pushing up
[Instrumental Outro]