It's all getting so out of hand
I understand, I understand
You think you've just about got a grip on life
But shifting poles cause chaos to unfold
Reality drifts ever further from your tiny tunnel of truth
You yearn for an earlier time
It all seemed to make sense in your youth
They're coming over from some other land
The kids are speaking a language you don't understand
We're all sailing under the same sun
On seas of change to which you will not succumb
You're searching for devils and contraband
It's all getting so out of hand
I understand, I understand
You think you've just about got a grip on life
But shifting paradigms just leave you blind
You spend your final years refusing to adapt
Resisting revolutions
Existing in perpetual bewilderment
And then you die
And then you die
And then you die
And then you die
They're coming over from some other land
The kids are speaking a language you don't understand
We're all sailing under the same sun
On seas of change to which you will not succumb
You're sinking in marshes and quicksand
Matt Ford - Some Other Land Lyrics
Matt Ford - Some Other Land Lyrics
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It's all getting so out of hand
I understand, I understand
You think you've just about got a grip on life
But shifting poles cause chaos to unfold
Reality drifts ever further from your tiny tunnel of truth
You yearn for an earlier time
It all seemed to make sense in your youth
They're coming over from some other land
The kids are speaking a language you don't understand
We're all sailing under the same sun
On seas of change to which you will not succumb
You're searching for devils and contraband
It's all getting so out of hand
I understand, I understand
You think you've just about got a grip on life
But shifting paradigms just leave you blind
You spend your final years refusing to adapt
Resisting revolutions
Existing in perpetual bewilderment
And then you die
And then you die
And then you die
And then you die
They're coming over from some other land
The kids are speaking a language you don't understand
We're all sailing under the same sun
On seas of change to which you will not succumb
You're sinking in marshes and quicksand
I understand, I understand
You think you've just about got a grip on life
But shifting poles cause chaos to unfold
Reality drifts ever further from your tiny tunnel of truth
You yearn for an earlier time
It all seemed to make sense in your youth
They're coming over from some other land
The kids are speaking a language you don't understand
We're all sailing under the same sun
On seas of change to which you will not succumb
You're searching for devils and contraband
It's all getting so out of hand
I understand, I understand
You think you've just about got a grip on life
But shifting paradigms just leave you blind
You spend your final years refusing to adapt
Resisting revolutions
Existing in perpetual bewilderment
And then you die
And then you die
And then you die
And then you die
They're coming over from some other land
The kids are speaking a language you don't understand
We're all sailing under the same sun
On seas of change to which you will not succumb
You're sinking in marshes and quicksand
Writer: Matt Ford
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