Vaarwel

Swain

Compositor: Noam Cohen

I'm at a loss to understand why I'm holding on to the comfort of a home, and the humdrum of this town
Don't wanna think that I'm stuck here
Don't wanna stick to my creed
Because first comes love, then comes marriage and then comes wishing you had been miscarried

So goodbye, sayanora, I'm sharing blood with the diaspora
I got too cozy and it's starting to itch
So here's to waking up and calling it quits

Don't grow roots, I'm heading out
Don't grow roots, I'm heading out

I too got born under red, white and blue, but the stripes are all fucking skewed
Fuck Golden Earring, I'm not amused
Baby, I've got the blues

Don't grow roots, I'm heading out
Don't grow roots, I'm heading out