A rainbow tour bus winds upwards through a scenic turf war
If the kinetosis doesn't get you first, the will will will
The view from broken bottle make out spots is panoramic
If nostalgia hasn't slit my wrists this premonition will will will
Volcanic dirt stains feet and won't wash out of clothing this is
where your ashes should be strewn instead of some cold mainland suburb
I'd say hello if I remembered how to find your headstone
If Tantalus can't save us then a vigil never will will will will
The motor coach floats upwards
Then it's gone completely
Tantalus, Tantalus, we are tourists on a bus
Now the skies are watching us
Tantalus, Tantalus, we are tourists on a bus
Now the skies are watching us
Tantalus, Tantalus, we are tourists on a bus
Now the skies are watching us
Tantalus, Tantalus, we are tourists on a bus
Now the skies are watching us
Tantalus, Tantalus, we are tourists on a bus
Now the skies are watching us
If the kinetosis doesn't get you first, the will will will
The view from broken bottle make out spots is panoramic
If nostalgia hasn't slit my wrists this premonition will will will
Volcanic dirt stains feet and won't wash out of clothing this is
where your ashes should be strewn instead of some cold mainland suburb
I'd say hello if I remembered how to find your headstone
If Tantalus can't save us then a vigil never will will will will
The motor coach floats upwards
Then it's gone completely
Tantalus, Tantalus, we are tourists on a bus
Now the skies are watching us
Tantalus, Tantalus, we are tourists on a bus
Now the skies are watching us
Tantalus, Tantalus, we are tourists on a bus
Now the skies are watching us
Tantalus, Tantalus, we are tourists on a bus
Now the skies are watching us
Tantalus, Tantalus, we are tourists on a bus
Now the skies are watching us
Lyrics submitted by OakTrail, edited by tmferencak
Tantalus Lyrics as written by Justin Andrew Harris Daniel Frederic Seim
Lyrics © ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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It's about facing the mundane. We all die as "tourists on the bus" it claims us all, regardless of the life we have