Lyrics Portugal. The Man

Portugal. The Man

Waiter

Under blankets these hills cover neatly,

We’ll take steps to make sure our failures are hidden.

But it’s hard when our voices echo over ripples,

That form on the lakes and the edges they prey on.

We'll shine, shine, shine.

We'll shine, shine, shine.

We'll shine, shine, shine.

We'll shine, shine, shine.

Swim around the lake, hoping like hell

We'll find shelter in coal mines incubating lies,

Fathers and families, hammers and ties

Brace for the winter until that rumble leapt up to his jaws.

We'll shine, shine, shine.

We'll shine, shine, shine.

We'll shine, shine, shine.

We'll shine, shine, shine.

Spines of furrowed earth jut jagged as they rise

Like welts up on our backs, on our bellies

It's cold as the lord in the bedroom, lord at your feet,

The lords shaking the headboard with nothing to eat.

We'll shine, shine, shine.

We'll shine, shine, shine.

We'll shine, shine, shine.

We'll shine, shine, shine.

Cold, restless, stumbles, wanders towards the light

That breaks out from the town, little homes bearing sheriffs

Playing across drifts to the back of the brain

Where they flicker like fire, speaking of times that they shined.

We'll shine, shine, shine.

We'll shine, shine, shine.

We'll shine, shine, shine.

We'll shine, shine, shine.

We'll shine, shine, shine.

We'll shine, shine, shine.

We'll shine, shine, shine.

We'll shine, shine, shine.