Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Is there a time for, for spacing off?
For an old-fashioned daydream?
Is there a time for, for the hope rich?
The cash poor but well able?
You say that youâre close but
No outbreak of peace
And no cigar
Your say that youâre leavinâ
But youâre a bad noble
And thereâs no good tsars
[Chorus]
I wonât lead you to the light
âCause I donât know the way
I will sit here with you in the dark
As the demons have their say
[Verse 2]
Rolls in like an ash cloud
Gets all up in your nose
Gets inside your head
No cominâs or goinâs
Itâs a no-fly zone
Theyâre all grounded in bed
Singinâ sweet like a siren, on a stage of thorns
Givinâ you their glad eye
Sweet relief of a shipwreck
No more pitch and heave
Under gathering skies
[Chorus]
I wonât lead you to the light
âCause I donât know the way
I will sit here with you in the dark
As the demons have their say
[Verse 3]
And they kept it up
Kept pokinâ the nest of your fears
All this whisperinâ, sweet somethings in your ear
But youâre not afraid to fall
More like throwinâ yourself from this place
It might soften their cough
You could step off with some grace
Hope that youâll join us
And draw your legs under the table
And we can break bread
And youâll eat all
Ever youâre able
[Chorus]
Well, we wonât lead you to the light
âCause we donât know the way
We will sit here with you in the dark
As the demons have their say
[Outro]
Oh, lai-lai-lai-lai-lai
La-lai
Oh, lai-lai-lai-lai
Oh, lai-lai, lai-lai
Oh, lai-lai-lai
Lai-lai-lai-lai
Oh, lai-lai-lai-lai-lai
La-lai
Lai-lai-lai-lai-lai
Oh, lai-lai-lai-lai
La-lai-lai-lai
Is there a time for, for spacing off?
For an old-fashioned daydream?
Is there a time for, for the hope rich?
The cash poor but well able?
You say that youâre close but
No outbreak of peace
And no cigar
Your say that youâre leavinâ
But youâre a bad noble
And thereâs no good tsars
[Chorus]
I wonât lead you to the light
âCause I donât know the way
I will sit here with you in the dark
As the demons have their say
[Verse 2]
Rolls in like an ash cloud
Gets all up in your nose
Gets inside your head
No cominâs or goinâs
Itâs a no-fly zone
Theyâre all grounded in bed
Singinâ sweet like a siren, on a stage of thorns
Givinâ you their glad eye
Sweet relief of a shipwreck
No more pitch and heave
Under gathering skies
[Chorus]
I wonât lead you to the light
âCause I donât know the way
I will sit here with you in the dark
As the demons have their say
[Verse 3]
And they kept it up
Kept pokinâ the nest of your fears
All this whisperinâ, sweet somethings in your ear
But youâre not afraid to fall
More like throwinâ yourself from this place
It might soften their cough
You could step off with some grace
Hope that youâll join us
And draw your legs under the table
And we can break bread
And youâll eat all
Ever youâre able
[Chorus]
Well, we wonât lead you to the light
âCause we donât know the way
We will sit here with you in the dark
As the demons have their say
[Outro]
Oh, lai-lai-lai-lai-lai
La-lai
Oh, lai-lai-lai-lai
Oh, lai-lai, lai-lai
Oh, lai-lai-lai
Lai-lai-lai-lai
Oh, lai-lai-lai-lai-lai
La-lai
Lai-lai-lai-lai-lai
Oh, lai-lai-lai-lai
La-lai-lai-lai