A missa do Tame Impala
O resumo do culto foi esse aqui, num mashup das letras:
Why won’t you make up your mind? Give me a sign!
And you will never come close to how I feel
You will never come close to how I feel
Why won’t they talk to me?
And I boast that it is meant to be
But in all honesty I don’t have a hope in hell
That you are all you’re meant to be
When the one from my dream
Is sitting right next to me
And I don’t know what to do, oh alter ego
I know that I gotta be above it now
And I cannot let them all just bring me down
Gotta be above it…
Me and my love we’ll take it slow.
I hope she knows that I’ll love her long,
It’s been so long since I held your hand
You don’t know how hard it can be
Nothing that has happened so far has
Been anything we could control.
It feels like I only go backwards baby.
Every part of me says go ahead.
I got my hopes up again, oh no… not again.
Feels like we only go backwards darling.
Everything is changing,
And there’s nothing I can do
My world is turning pages
While I am just sitting here