Vasco Da Gama
by:
Felt
Out of it all comes shame
like the villain who laid the blame
and like it wasn¹t me who said
that you¹re better off being dead
out of it all comes a sense of despair
your head wears your mind but your body is bare
you wake from your sleep and you know that it¹s true
you¹re starting to win but the game¹s nearly over for you
you know that it¹s true, yeah you
and everyone¹s through with you
and this day is blue for you
why is it only me that believes in honesty?
and like I¹ve searched all the darkest mines
to try and find out where you lie
somebody¹s changed and I know that it¹s you