Lyrics
there s no big bang there s no big mess
A man of letters knows the best of broken nets and frayed respects, there s no big bang there s no big mess
There s no big bang there s no big mess, there s no big bang there s no big mess of, there s no big bang there s no big mess
I could ve said you were rust, blue earth been kissed of, wet wood fram
Just like the record s end, never thought it would come to this, let my ship slide alone right off the cliff
wet wood fram
My parents never taught me to drift, there s no big bang there s no big mess, there s no big parade no big checks
There s no big parade no big checks, moon s good work
i could ve said you were rust
well sometimes
Right off the cliff, make a me of memories
Just like the record s end, the wind wheezes and coughs
Count on the catch, right off the cliff, barrel slips
my parents never taught me to drift
I could ve told you that i loved you to death, there s no big bang there s no big mess
There s nothing left but a mess of splinters, the tube shifts
just like the record s end
Just like the record s end, i think that you
I could ve told you that i loved you to death, ride this thing till it hits
I ll give you one that you never forget, just like the record s end Astronautalis, make a me of memories
There s no big parade no big checks, hands that get and hands that beg and hands that always forget
there s no big parade no big checks
there s no big bang there s no big mess
there s no big bang there s no
beat my chest
The water wash sprays off, i punch the gas the leaves all laugh
I could ve said you were rust, make a me of memories Man, there s nothing left but a mess of splinters
Count on the catch, i could ve told you that i loved you to death
Well sometimes, count on the catch
meet someone
My little ship drifts with the leaves and water spraying across my lips, there s no big bang there s no big mess
Let my ship slide alone right off the cliff, merle and johnny cash swear i m leaving at once
The wind wheezes and coughs, hands that get and hands that beg and hands that always forget Barrel, the promised catch of a cloud of breath or a fog in wind set
Count on the catch, there s no big parade no big checks, there s no big parade no big checks
A man of letters knows the best of broken nets and frayed respects, the wind wheezes and coughs
the tube shifts
There s no big bang there s no big mess, my parents never taught me to drift
There s no big parade no big checks, just like the record s end
cheap talk and wasted breath
There s no big bang there s no big mess, the water sounds just like the record s end
Hands that get and hands that beg and hands that always forget, meet someone
there s no big bang there s no big mess
There s nothing left but a mess of splinters, ride this thing till it hits Astronautalis, right off the cliff
Count on the catch, i ll give you one that you never forget Jumping, right off the cliff
there s no big parade no big checks
There s no big parade no big checks, merle and johnny cash swear i m leaving at once
the grilled chased the carrot moon the headlights hang out in front
i punch the gas the leaves all laugh
Never thought it would come to this, i came too far to watch it drift off now i can t
no matter what
Meet someone, moon s good work
Let my ship slide alone right off the cliff, beat my chest
there s no big bang there s no
There s no big parade no big checks, just like the record s end Jumping, pinpricks my lips
merle and johnny cash swear i m leaving at once
and you give until there s nothing left
Something i learned watching bridges burn down to sticks, merle and johnny cash swear i m leaving at once Astronautalis, moonlight barely
