THE SUN & THE SEA (feat. Donovan Woods) - Ziggy Alberts & Vitor Kley

I am waiting for this book to get good I do not have your patience So I'm drivin' up to Chicago I'm getting weird looks at gas stations I did not bring a winter coat I do not have your foresight A holistic practitioner told me once It's why I will not live a long life I am tryin' to remember where I gave up If it was not in Iowa Iowa, somewhere in the middle of- The middle of the Great Plains I saw A little girl wavin' her hand out of the window of a car Saying goodbye to her ma Iowa, where the tall grass prairie Used to ripple like the ocean in the breeze And the hummingbirds still suckled from the flowers in the trees It'd bring you to your knees I can imagine my whole life Sweet and never-ending In every house I float by But they'd never let me blend in I called a taxi in Des Moines I met him at the corner When I asked about his army coat He said he would not tell a foreigner Iowa, somewhere in the middle of- The middle of the Great Plains I saw A little girl wavin' her hand out of the window of a car Saying goodbye to her ma Iowa, where the tall grass prairie Used to ripple like the ocean in the breeze And the hummingbirds still suckled from the flowers in the trees It'd bring you to your knees I am waiting for this book to get good And you won't meet me halfway So I'm drivin' up to Chicago I am sorry to keep you waitin' Hey, yeah Hey, yeah

Last time I saw you You arrived with someone else And I was happy just to see you But I kept it to myself Last time I saw you Your hair had gotten long And the people I was sitting with Asked me what was wrong Last time I saw you We did not even talk I had gotten high And then I wished that I had not And the last time I saw you I don't know where we were It could've been a birthday But it wasn't mine or yours I don't know why it's always bleeding at the edges Why that whole night keeps on tearing at the seams I guess it might be that this is just a bunch of guesses I'm told that you left early I can't speak to that at all But if you were wearing a jacket Then it must've been the fall Did we smile at each other For a moment through the crowd? Well, even if we didn't, hell It's nice to think about Last time I saw you It was a year or more ago And I would've made a bigger deal But how was I to know? I don't remember every detail But I keep on trying to 'Cause last time I saw you Was the last time I saw you

In the chilly hours and minutes Of uncertainty, I want to be In the warm hold of your loving mind To feel you all around me And to take your hand, along the sand Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind When sundown pales the sky I want to hide a while, behind your smile And everywhere I'd look, your eyes I'd find For me to love you now Would be the sweetest thing That would make me sing Ah, but I may as well, try and catch the wind When rain has hung the leaves with tears I want you near, to kill my fears To help me to leave all my blues behind For standin' in your heart Is where I want to be, and I long to be Ah, but I may as well, try and catch the wind Ah, but I may as well, try and catch the wind

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour