Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Same Old Song’ by A Camp. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A Camp or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Here’s my prayer
I’m getting nowhere
I’m stepping up the stairs
But falling behind, oh
I’m a one-man show
That nobody knows
My body sure knows
I’m wondering why, oh
I can’t go on singing this song
That the angels will not hear
The world is a hole from all that I stole
But there is still a little love in here
Few things will last, I did it too fast
But I’m learning to cry
Don’t be a stepping stone
Get it all out, deliver it
Here’s my weep
I’m digging too deep
I do believe in lies
I’ve got everything to hide, oh
I’m young, I’m old
I do what I’m told
Cut open, unfold
But there’s nothing inside, oh
I can’t go on singing this song
That the angels will not hear
The world is a hole from all that I stole
But there is still a little love in here
Few things will last, I did it too fast
But I’m learning to cry
Hey child, you dance too loud
Here is your limit
No, I can’t go on singing this song
That the angels will not hear
The world is a hole from all that I stole
But there is still a little love in here
Few things will last, I did it too fast
But I’m learning to cry
Don’t be a stepping stone
Get it all out, deliver it
Here’s my plead
My never ending repeat
I’m a circular cry-baby
With no one to trust
I’m restless and mad
And anciently sad
If someone wants to kill me
Go ahead but make it fast