Song | New Year's Song |
Artist | Josh Pyke |
Album | Chimney's Afire |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
If you’re freezing on your left side | |
And you’re boiling on your right side | |
Then I guess you might be warm upon the line | |
There are many ways one can divide a life | |
And I’ve got mine | |
I was flying home and I | |
Saw the sunset from the sky | |
I saw the dark come spooning down upon the land | |
And I thought about the distance we all cover | |
And it made me sad | |
And as the old year took a bow | |
And joined the setting sun | |
It comes around again | |
Like a refrain | |
And we all sing along | |
And think of things we should’ve done | |
Till one year when the new year never came | |
Little comfort, little comfort | |
I’m afraid you’re not enough | |
I’ve had some learning both unwelcome and unkind | |
And it seems there’s but one story told | |
And then re-worked all throughout time | |
Are you a good one or a cruel one | |
It is just the laws that make us bad | |
What can we do to measure where we stand | |
Well I judge myself by what I give to someone else | |
So I’ll know where I am | |
Don’t let that sense of urgency betray you in the dark | |
The rustle of a curtain’s not a sign | |
Don’t frame this picture now | |
As some kind of closing remark | |
And most of all stay warm upon the line | |
Most of all stay warm upon the line | |
It’s best if you stay warm upon the line |
If you' re freezing on your left side | |
And you' re boiling on your right side | |
Then I guess you might be warm upon the line | |
There are many ways one can divide a life | |
And I' ve got mine | |
I was flying home and I | |
Saw the sunset from the sky | |
I saw the dark come spooning down upon the land | |
And I thought about the distance we all cover | |
And it made me sad | |
And as the old year took a bow | |
And joined the setting sun | |
It comes around again | |
Like a refrain | |
And we all sing along | |
And think of things we should' ve done | |
Till one year when the new year never came | |
Little comfort, little comfort | |
I' m afraid you' re not enough | |
I' ve had some learning both unwelcome and unkind | |
And it seems there' s but one story told | |
And then reworked all throughout time | |
Are you a good one or a cruel one | |
It is just the laws that make us bad | |
What can we do to measure where we stand | |
Well I judge myself by what I give to someone else | |
So I' ll know where I am | |
Don' t let that sense of urgency betray you in the dark | |
The rustle of a curtain' s not a sign | |
Don' t frame this picture now | |
As some kind of closing remark | |
And most of all stay warm upon the line | |
Most of all stay warm upon the line | |
It' s best if you stay warm upon the line |
If you' re freezing on your left side | |
And you' re boiling on your right side | |
Then I guess you might be warm upon the line | |
There are many ways one can divide a life | |
And I' ve got mine | |
I was flying home and I | |
Saw the sunset from the sky | |
I saw the dark come spooning down upon the land | |
And I thought about the distance we all cover | |
And it made me sad | |
And as the old year took a bow | |
And joined the setting sun | |
It comes around again | |
Like a refrain | |
And we all sing along | |
And think of things we should' ve done | |
Till one year when the new year never came | |
Little comfort, little comfort | |
I' m afraid you' re not enough | |
I' ve had some learning both unwelcome and unkind | |
And it seems there' s but one story told | |
And then reworked all throughout time | |
Are you a good one or a cruel one | |
It is just the laws that make us bad | |
What can we do to measure where we stand | |
Well I judge myself by what I give to someone else | |
So I' ll know where I am | |
Don' t let that sense of urgency betray you in the dark | |
The rustle of a curtain' s not a sign | |
Don' t frame this picture now | |
As some kind of closing remark | |
And most of all stay warm upon the line | |
Most of all stay warm upon the line | |
It' s best if you stay warm upon the line |