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letra de the common touch - the airborne toxic event

every night i’m lying here, the world crashing through my ears. i always hear the same d-mn thing: “you can’t you’re life on a hanging string.” he’s always saying, “stop complaining. you really can’t ever expect too much. boy, you were born with the common touch.”

and we fall and fall and fall and fall with our heads soaked up in alcohol, one hand on a cigarette, i swear i still got some good moves left. i’ve been fifty-eight since i was twenty-three, i got sixty-nine problems but one ain’t me. and seriously i don’t give a f-ck if my answer isn’t good enough

hey, there, tell me man, what’s the answer to this riddle then?
is it heroin?
or jesus christ?
big-ass books?
or sleepless nights?
i had a few of those and everyone knows that the common touch ain’t worth the price

as we fall and fall and fall and fall with our heads soaked up in alcohol, two hands on our juliette, i swear i still got some good moves left and if you promise that you’ll stay with me, i swear that i will always see the best of you and me

hey, now tell me this, how these days and nights can coexist, a million pieces in my mind, every d-mn thing at the exact d-mn time. it always seems like the same d-mn dream my legs don’t work and i can’t sing. i swear i don’t feel a god d-mn thing

as we fall and fall and fall and fall with our heads f-cked up on alcohol, two hands on my juliette, i swear, baby girl, i’m not done yet and if you promise that you’ll stay with me i swear that i will always see the best of you and me

and when i wake up i wonder where everyone’s gone
i just can’t sleep so i lay there until the dawn
and i wonder if god knows anything
does god know what’s going on?

every night we fall asleep practicing our eulogies. you’re two or three lines in front of me. i get lost all in the memories of four and four and forty-four. i know we always want the exact same score but you’re smarter than i’ll ever be. you got to promise me that you’ll never leave

’cause i can’t be alone just yet and you’re the only good thing that i got left. i know i got these problems still but i swear it’s real and i swear i will. maybe we can’t ever expect too much but we can live here with the common touch
and we’ll all fall and fall and fall and fall, get all f-cked up on alcohol. we’re going to have a good time yet. some got more, but some got less. and if you promise that you’ll stay with me i swear that i will always be something you can believe

yeah, they say that jesus saves but i couldn’t write that on his grave so i snuck his ashes through the gate and i threw them on the outside lane where we watched the horses going by, hoping to keep the pick-four alive, i was ten years old, he was forty-five, number nine came through and we high-fived

i know it don’t amount to much but that’s called love with the common touch

i lost my sh-t when i heard the call, felt buried beneath the weight and all. twenty-five tons fell on my chest, every hour, every breath. you tell me every day that you won’t leave. i’m sorry i put this at your feet but tell me can’t you see that we fall and fall and fall and fall. we meet each other at the end of it all. we wonder where all the good time’s gone, how we carried something so long. we made a little something that felt like home so we could face the night to come with that common touch to make us feel less alone

- the airborne toxic event

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