Lyrics - Le Saboteur - "Ditch" EP
'Smiling Politely'
lost
the key that they gave to you
the wall that you bulled-through
is in pieces
now
you're surrounded by collateral
did you really mean to shatter
all it means
now
to hell with the images
blank faces are turning red
exhumed
you land
in the middle of a paradigm
and all of the shifty-eyes
are on you
lost
the key that they gave to you
the wall that you bulled-through
is in pieces
now
like a cup from a drop of rain
became part of the flood plain
wash em' out
'Key/Knife'
so damn done, holding on
to how you were so wrong
so damn done holding on
holding on, holding on
i have grown so narrow
and i am aware now
you got me, dead on it
the center of my conscience
how does it feel to swallow a dream
out of the sky and into the street
watching your throat as you swallow the key
what did you leave for me
nothing
i learned to stir because of you
i learned to hate
i push my knife onto the floor
i celebrate
cant figure it out
not gonna fuck with it now
'Tightrope'
the line i walk is wearing thin
i have betrayed my soul again
and every step i take begins
to pull me down, this sinks within
i tried to lay my soul to rest
it buried deeper in my chest
the want and need
to second-guess
this life i've lead of carelessness
over and over
i work to discover
the end
face the fact that maybe
hell's been closer lately
fight the earth for safety
now foundations are breaking
i'd give my mind
i'd give my soul
to break this away
or swallow it whole
'Distant Hum'
i'm burning up
and taking my time to suck it up
i'm smoking out my foolish pride
too late, too much
of a burden heavy, now give it up
i'm pawning off this broken ride
thinking
maybe you know best what to do with this
maybe you're on fire
you can fan the flames of depth and impermanence
that i might retire
and rest these aching bones
at last
the sirens come
in the form of a distant hum
that never approaches or fades away
and its so maddening
all the things i had in me
that got burnt out or just faded away
but maybe you know best what to do with this
maybe you're on fire
and at least i can say that there's one of us
that can keep it dry
cuz it's like nobody knows
cuz i hide out when it shows
that i grind my nose to stone this way
the sirens come in the form of a distant hum
'Sleight of Hand'
you won't hear, hear a word from it
you won't see, see a thing
you just know who's behind all it
and who pulls all the strings
only judge by what i see
and what i see it sketchy
i can't put my thumb on it
you won't hear, hear a word
you won't see, see a thing
you just know who's behind all it
and who pulls all the strings
i can't put my thumb on it
'Safety Net'
if ignorance is bliss
then how's it up in heaven
as every effort you fail unfolds
persuaded backwards
to childhood complications
distract your eyes, don't you dare look
don't get stagnant in the womb
don't get tangled up in your safety net
the hands on the clock move
each second
you haven't any scars but
not something to be proud of
because there's nothing more grand than movement
don't get stagnant in the womb
don't get tangled up in your safety net
the hands on the clock move
each second
don't get tangled up in your safety net