Still Life - The Russian Futurists

When I wake up, why wake up’s what I’m wondering but I still try

'Cause we both know it’s just some paint on some canvas but it’s still life

Are you getting the sense that your days are numbered, but still hoping they

end fast?

Is it consolation to know that it will end;

you just have to be patient

I don’t mean to be bleak but that’s the sense that I get when we speak

I don’t like to showboat because everything that I’ve done, you co-wrote

I scored a film on a notepad;

you’re in the credits so you should know that

In subtitles I wrote that «Oh I Love You, How I love You»

When I die, put a ring on your finger, you were always mine

And we both know we’re just painted on canvas but it’s still life

And at the end of the gold rush your heart was so crushed that now it can’t

hold much

It’s not funny, don’t dare laugh, it’s running uphill with your leg in a bear

trap

I don’t mean to be bleak but that’s the sense that I get when we speak

I don’t like to showboat because everything that I’ve done, you co-wrote

I wrote a book on a notepad, you’re in each chapter so you should know that

In block letters I wrote that «Oh I Love You, How I Love You»

When I wake up, why wake up’s what I’m wondering but I still try

'Cause we both know it’s just some paint on some canvas but it’s still life

It turns out this is hopeless and far too thick for you and I to cope with

We’re just Jeckyl and Hyde-ing, on snakes and ladders we’re slipping and sliding

I don’t mean to be bleak but that’s the sense that I get when we speak

I don’t like to showboat because everything that I’ve done, you co-wrote

I paint pictures on notepads, you’re in each one so I hope you know that

And in the corner I wrote that «Oh I Love You, How I Love You»

When I die, put a ring on your finger, you were always mine

And we both know we’re just painted on canvas but it’s still life