I was mothered like an orchid tethered to eternal sights
I hurried home in orbit close to where I know I'm fine
No edge of the seat, no arms ever broken, you see
I waited for the crash to come
Too many days with too little to do
I waited but nothing came at all
So many days spent in empty rooms
The little drum inside behaves itself until you turn twenty-five
And then it strikes this all we've lived this long and only ever half alive
I waited for the crash to come
Too many days with too little to do
I waited but nothing came at all
So many days spent in empty rooms
It's too late for a wasted youth
All quiet on the Eastern Front now
We dare not move
It's too late to wage a war
It's all quiet on the Eastern Front and
We all are bored
Frightened Rabbit - Little Drum Lyrics
Frightened Rabbit - Little Drum Lyrics
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I was mothered like an orchid tethered to eternal sights
I hurried home in orbit close to where I know I'm fine
No edge of the seat, no arms ever broken, you see
I waited for the crash to come
Too many days with too little to do
I waited but nothing came at all
So many days spent in empty rooms
The little drum inside behaves itself until you turn twenty-five
And then it strikes this all we've lived this long and only ever half alive
I waited for the crash to come
Too many days with too little to do
I waited but nothing came at all
So many days spent in empty rooms
It's too late for a wasted youth
All quiet on the Eastern Front now
We dare not move
It's too late to wage a war
It's all quiet on the Eastern Front and
We all are bored
I hurried home in orbit close to where I know I'm fine
No edge of the seat, no arms ever broken, you see
I waited for the crash to come
Too many days with too little to do
I waited but nothing came at all
So many days spent in empty rooms
The little drum inside behaves itself until you turn twenty-five
And then it strikes this all we've lived this long and only ever half alive
I waited for the crash to come
Too many days with too little to do
I waited but nothing came at all
So many days spent in empty rooms
It's too late for a wasted youth
All quiet on the Eastern Front now
We dare not move
It's too late to wage a war
It's all quiet on the Eastern Front and
We all are bored
Writer: AARON DESSNER, ANDY MONAGHAN, SIMON LIDDEL, SCOTT HUTCHISON, GRANT HUTCHISON, DAVID KENNEDY
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, BMG Rights Management