lirik lagu tripping in triplets – the dear hunter
“tripping in triplets”
there must be something that keeps me awake,
or some kind of pill i can take,
to break these bad habits.
i would lie if i said that this didn’t get tough,
two left feet on the floor in a waltz,
at an odd tempo.
am i stuck at the ankle, or caught at the knee?
a curious puzzle still cursing me,
to follow or lead.
you gave me a heart and then taught me to hurt,
i can’t tell just which option is worse,
dying pure or aware.
so these feet keep on tripping in triplets to beats,
too far off for my ears to reach,
just a hint of timing.
am i stuck at the ankle, or caught at the knee?
a curious puzzle still cursing me,
to follow or lead.
and i don’t know where i’m going,
cause i can’t see the road, oh it’s winding,
just as long as i keep breathing,
i’ve got this uncomfortable feeling,
heavy feet, shakey hands, troubled hall.