[Nanna & Ragnar]
Tuna in a can, sticky from the brine
I thought I'd gone bad, you thought I was fine
And he came down the stairs
Remember what he said, "Heavy is the head
[Nanna & Ragnar]
Happy is the fool, you're insecure
Lost in your mother's, lost in your daddy's shoes
This dim lit living room feels like the pocket of your brother's suit"
[Nanna & Ragnar]
And it all comes back around
I know that I've not really tried
And it all comes back somehow
I know that I've not really tried
[Nanna & Ragnar]
Tuna in a can, why're you so sad?
You're headlinin' the show at the funeral
They walk into the room, a priest and his platoon
I think about the end
[Nanna & Ragnar]
I think that I'm the fool that's insecure
Lost in my mother's, lost in my daddy's shoes
[Nanna & Ragnar]
And it all comes back around
I know that I've not really tried
And it all comes back somehow
I know that I've not really tried
[Nanna & Ragnar]
And it all comes back around
I know that I've not really tried
And it all comes back somehow
I know that I've not really tried
Paroles2Chansons dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)
