Budapest Is This The Best It Gets
Is this the best it gets,
Before I'm laid to rest?
When I am through the gates,
With old acquaintances,
embroidering the truth.
Will stories be from pre-today
or from an archive yet to make?
(2)
Is this the best it gets?
How do I know?
The best that it gets?
How do I know?
(1)
Disappointed, disillusioned, re-affirm my view,
We've all a story to sell,
We've all a lie that we tell,
And it goes on and on, and on and on.
(1)
Is this the best it gets?
Could be surprises yet.
When I become the subject of ancestors,
Faded photograph, no name,
A beacon or a burden,
Guiding light, helpful or plain insane.
(2)
Is this the best it gets?
How do I know?
The best that it gets?
How do I know?
(1)
Disappointed, disillusioned, re-affirm my view,
We've all a story to sell,
We've all a lie that we tell,
And it goes on and on, and on and on..
Oh, disappointed, disillusioned, re-affirm my view,
We've all a story to sell,
We've all a lie that we tell,
And it goes on and on, and on and on and on and...
(Disappointed, disillusioned),
and on, and on, and on,
(Disappointed, disillusioned),
and on.
Is this the best it gets?
