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Язык песни: Английский
Pictures On A Screen |
| On the second floor of the new block in the flat with the yellow door |
| Next to the boarded up independent record store |
| Bradley is awake |
| He’s watching notches on his clock face |
| Just lying there, thinking, limbs like fallen buildings |
| Feelin' like every day he’s ever lived is out to kill him |
| Bradley’s got a good job |
| He works in PR |
| He moved south a few months back |
| Top whack flat, all mod cons, wall size windows |
| He’s a Manchester boy, done good in the big stuff |
| Young professional, single, Tinder, and flings |
| Life seems simpler than it’s ever been |
| He’s doing well, he’s living the dream, and he’s paying the mortgage off |
| He doesn’t know why he’s not sleeping at nights |
| He could get up, try and walk it off |
| But he’s got to get to work in a matter of hours |
| Is he awake or asleep? |
| He can’t tell, he can’t dream, he can’t feel, he can’t scream |
| Man, it’s 4:18 |
| And life’s just a thing that he does |
| He rolls over, cold pillow, warm body |
| At the end of his tether, as usual, he breathes softly |
| He burrows down deep, and he closes his eyes |
| And he thinks, «Is this really what it means to be alive?» |
| The days go past like pictures on a screen |
| Sometimes I feel like my life is someone else’s dream |
| Most days I’m dazed, walkin' 'round, I’m workin', talkin', perkin' up |
| But always feel I can’t be certain that I’ve woken up at all |
| Is this life, or this past? |
| This feeling like I’m lookin' at the world from behind glass |
| Even when I’m laughin' hard, or fallin' on my arse |
| Or half plastered before receivin' God |
| Or when some hard bastard barges past |
| When I’m passin' my targets at work |
| I can’t shake the feelin' that life hasn’t started |
| It’s worse in the evening at parties |
| I’m standing apart, my heart’s hard, I can’t hardly be heard |
| Still, I’m hopping on, barking at words, is this me? |
| Is this what I’m doin'? |
| I know I exist, but I don’t feel a thing |
| I’m eclipsed, I’m elsewhere |
| And the worst part is, I don’t think that I care |
| What am I gonna do to wake up? |
| I know it’s happenin', but who’s it happenin' to? |
| Has this happened to you? |
| I know it’s happenin', but who is it happenin' to? |
| Has it happened to you? |
| I know it’s happenin', but who’s it happenin' to? |
| Has this happened to you? |
| I know it’s happenin', but who is it happenin' to? |
| Has it happened to you? |
| I try new things, I shoot films on my phone |
| And I play them back when I’m alone, did that happen? |
| I walk around, tryna understand every sound |
| Tryna make my feet connect with every inch of ground |
| This gaff flattens my cap, battens me down |
| Everything’s in its category, packaged in self flattering girls |
| Battle reality, it’s battle royale |
| Everyone is chattering, nothing is real, collect my salary |
| Cookin' a meal, right, some vegetables, I exercise regularly |
| How that I feel, visceral melody, is this all that’s ahead of me? |
| I always thought that life would mean more to me eventually |
| I hate to think I’ll make it to 70, potentially 75 |
| And realise I’ve never been alive |
| Spend the rest of my days regretting, wishing I could be forgetting |
| I know it’s happenin', but who’s it happenin' to? |
| Has this happened to you? |
| I know it’s happenin', but who is it happenin' to? |
| What am I gonna do to wake up? |
| I know it’s happenin', but who’s it happenin' to? |
| Has this happened to you? |
| I know it’s happenin', but who is it happenin' to? |
| What am I gonna do to wake up? |