Versuri Arcade Fire - Neighborhood #4 (7 kettles)
I am waitin- -til I don-t know when,
cause I-m sure it-s gonna happen then.
Time keeps creepin- through the neighborhood,
killing old folks, wakin- up babies just like we knew it would.
All the neighbors are startin- up a fire,
burning all the old folks the witches and the liars.
My eyes are covered by the hands of my unborn kids,
but my heart keeps watchin- through the skin of my eyelids.
They say a watched pot won-t ever boil,
well I closed my eyes and nothin- changed,
just some water getting hotter in the flames.
It-s not a lover I want no more,
and it-s not heaven I-m pining for,
but there-s some spirit I used to know,
that-s been drowned out by the radio!
They say a watched pot won-t ever boil,
you can-t raise a baby on motor oil,
just like a seed down in the soil you gotta give it tïme.
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