Il testo della The pantaloon

Twenty One Pilots

Your, grandpa died
When you were nine
They said he had lost his mind
You have learned
Way too soon
You should never trust the pantaloon

Now, it's your turn
To be alone
Find a wife and build yourself a home
You have learned
Way too soon
That your dad is now a pantaloon

You are tired
You are hurt
A moth ate through
Your favorite shirt
And all your friends fertilize
The ground you walk
Lose, your, mind

He's seen too, many stare downs between the sun and the moon
In the morning air how he used to hustle all the people
Walking through the fairgrounds he's been around so long
He's changed his meaning of a chair now, because a chair now
Is like a tiny island in the sea of all the people
Who glide across the very surface that made his bones feeble
The end can't come soon enough but is it too soon ?
Either way he can't deny he is a pantaloon

You are tired
You are hurt
A moth ate through
Your favorite shirt
And all your friends fertilize
The ground you walk
Lose, your, mind

You, like to sleep alone
It's colder than you know
Cuz your skin is so
Used to colder bones
It's warmer in the morning
Than what it is at night
Your bones are held together
By your nightmare and your frights

You are tired
You are hurt
A moth ate through
Your favorite shirt
And all your friends fertilize
The ground you walk
Lose your mind