Leaving the Party Early Songtext
von Trust Fund

Doctor, I′ve been pondering over which ailment to bring you
If I'm only allowed to bring you one
If I′m only allowed to bring you one
Then I bring unto you my heart
Shrouded in the dark
Fluttering wildly, far from the mark
Fluttering like the sparrow in the tree
And all that I can think about is how I long to be
Leaving the party early
Look at you, fighting with the garden
Carrying the mud through to the hall
Carrying the mud through to the hall
And through it all you know you stumble and you strive
Sharpening the knives


Keeping sober, trying to feel alive
Friday night you're coming out with me
But a glance across the table and we know we both agree
On leaving the party early
Thirty-seven centuries of old, morose philosophers
And still, there's only two were even close
Still, there′s only two were ever close
To understanding what it takes to make the most
Of living as it goes
Nietzsche, Spinoza, the rest of them are ghosts
Lost within the maze they couldn′t see
Through incident or accident, so many now are free
A glance across the table and we know we both agree
And all that I can think about is how I long to be