Play For Today - Belle & Sebastian

Who hides in attics when the sun is up

Everyone is at work

What will I do?

Where will I go?

Show me the way

The truth, the anger, show me rules of thumb

Show the way to grow old

Love is a guide

The endless river of the soul

But we are mean

The dried up riverbeds of rock and stone

Lust is my friend

She comes to me when I am tired

Life is a road, death is a myth

Love is a fraud, it’s misunderstood

Work is a sentence, family’s a drag

This house is a trap

I’m in a play written today about a girl

She gets on perfectly with young and old

Everybody loves her

What would she wear?

Cut off her hair?

Wave as she slides

Gracefully into the working week

She hides her baggage inside

She’s got a friend

An ugly monster that will eat your face

She has to cry

A heavy catalogue of wasted time

She’s got a friend

A lonely monster that will prey on you

Life is a secret, death is a myth

Love is a fraud, it’s misunderstood

Work is a sentence, family’s a drag

This house is a trap

Life is a secret, death is a myth

Love is a fraud, it’s misunderstood

Work is a sentence, family’s a drag

This house is a trap

I’m in a play written today about a boy

Tired and melancholy, takes the weight

Takes the weight of the world

I walked alone, loving a song

Walking the earth

The worn-out sister who is twenty three

Dried and wrinkled, alone

I’ll give you a month

To see past shadows in your sacred mind

I’ll give you a week

To look Medusa in the eye

I’ll give you a month

To notice heaven in the side of stage

You’re king inside of your head

You’re sitting on the throne of sand

You’re pushing back the tide

So lift the mountain up

So tie writer’s ribbons down

Assemble all your troops

We go to war with metaphors

You’ll suddenly see sense

And when you do, I’ll have the higher ground

You’re not the king of me

I’ll take my chance

and play for tyranny

I build the sets and light the scene

We’re prettier when we’re on the screen

I build the sets and light the scene

We’ll braver when we’re on the sacred screen

The backstage of your life

is filled with props and lines

You should have sung

The backstage of your life

is filled with echoes of the ones you loved