Paroles
Rumbles from the bottom of another afternoon
That feels empty, lost, abandoned, on its ass without a hope
And the least assuming corner's sense of misery increases
All that's clung to is what could be 'round that corner
Yesterday's an age away but age won't take this force away
A force which has abilities to cripple, beat and stamp
Stamp it does, and on your chest's a foot outweighing what's been felt
And hope returns but manifests itself as want for somewhere else
What's a mere mortal to do? To do?
Searching far and wide kick up a fuss, a storm, a frenzy
Leaves one flustered and starved as though there is no other page to turn
'Cause everything seems blank without an explanation's cradle
And that corner still implies another greeting's on the table
And this greeting, though a prospect, might just keep one upright
Like a set of crutches set aside for optimists to walk with
The foot that pins your body to the ground might in significance reduce
Because a foot's far from eternal
What's a mere mortal to do? To do?
What's a mere mortal to do? To do?
Questions seeking partners not always in existence
Without them, keep up questions
And find the comeback that suits you
If it comes pushing let it through
Straight as an arrow, loop-de-loop
And find your own two ones make two
What else?
What's a mere mortal to do? To do?
What's a mere mortal to do? To do?
What's a mere mortal to do?
What's a mere mortal to do?
What's a mere mortal to do?
What's a mere mortal to do?
What's a mere mortal to do?
What's a mere mortal to do?
Alfred Charles Husband, George Frederick Ullyott, Poppy Jacqueline Richler, Samuel Christopher Lance Jones, William Alan King, Zachary Lawrence Woolley
Universal Music Publishing Group