Jeffrey Lewis – Till Question Marks Are Told (2019) | Track profile | Dork

Jeffrey Lewis – Till Question Marks Are Told (2019) | Track profile | Dork

Lyrics

Till Question Marks Are Told

Well you’ve reached the end but you can’t be sure

If it's the right apartment or the right floor

If you stick around where you are right now

You just fall through the ground ‘cause it moves anyhow

Were you going somewhere sooner or later

Or just pushing all the buttons on the elevator

You gotta’ have free will to live your pre-planned life

You gotta’ pay the bill or you get unsubscribed

And the zeros you've found

There's still more zeros to find

So keep your ears to the ground

And your nose to the grind

It’s a liberty bell that rings a dial tone

And a living hell played on a stylophone

So you never win, but you hate to lose

And its bad or worse, that's when you've gotta choose

Either death or pain for how your check is cashed

Either knife or fork for how your neck is slashed

Who wants a blow-up bed that guaranteed to leak?

Who wants a life that dead a little more each week?

And the zeros you've found

There's still more zeros to find

So keep your ears to the ground

And your nose to the grind

What makes an arm unfold is in the elbow joints

Till question marks are told as exclamation points

Like how much fire hides in a book of matches

Or has this singer died beneath the record scratches

And how I rue the year, I'm liable to feel dumb

How I chewed my tears up into eyeball gum

But it’s nature’s way, the way it neatly fits

And then it’s nature’s way to make a faulty pit

And the zeros you've found

There's still more zeros to find

So keep your ears to the ground

And your nose to the grind

And when you reach the start you’re small but not alone

You walk a street of hearts installed as cobblestones

Sunk into pavement glass up to the edge of you

Until the dangers passed across the avenue

And if your bed got flipped beneath your ancient dreams

And if your head got tipped beneath the patients' streams

And if your hands got rinsed as they so often did

That’s all they glimpsed after tearing off the coffin lid

Asleep with nothing to find

And with nothing you've found

With your ears in the grind

And nose in the ground

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