Paroles de 'Career Day' par The Format

Todays been a career day
Futures made and fortunes lost
As I'm standing in the lobby,
I'm waiting for the elevator to take me away
Up to nine or ten,
Maybe eleven
The sound of sirens fading as she whispers in my ear
She's saying,

It's too late to wish success
So get undressed and please just come to bed
Cause im the last real thing you've got
You're cursed by all ambitious thoughts
Is that all you've got

As for you, you spin a story like a spider spins a web
See thats a metaphor, no wait, a similie
I'm still learning but I think I'm getting better
Oh if I'm not tortured
How are you ever going to relate
I've been condemed by those I love
Wishing me the worst as I'm trying my best

But she's the last real thing I've got
I'm cursed by all ambitious thoughts
Is that all you've got

Love close your eyes
And cover, cover your ears
For the end is near
But the beginning is here

In with the outro and out with the old
(I'm gonna tie all the loose ends i once pulled)
In with the outro and out with the old
(Headed for failure, from what we've been told)
In with the outro and out with the old
(With nothing to offer, so nothings been sold)
In with the outro and out with the old
(Forgive me and give me one more chance to fold)
In with the outro and out with the old
(There's nothing to lose when there's nothing to hold)
In with the outro and out with the old

We'll be together in the morning