Urthboy - Impossible Story lyrics

I could never tell you The impossible story Words will never get close to The colour of your mourning You know that I am so sincere But what is that helping? I can't be the author of a story That is not mine to tell Make the f**ers talk Standing in the flame of fire Say it like it is Shout it like you're in the fire As angry and as urgent as a teen I try to set the scene, natural human instinct is to intervene The same that cut the ones who dare to dream Cos sh** is so naive, are cutting down the very thing that the people need Cos everything is already been seen And already been deemed to be agreed and disagreed And it seems/ we're first past the post steez In a post modern post truth world truth's ghostly For what it's worth you can quote me and I'm a lay it like an IED and trigger it remotely No wonder these bars get banked with boasting Privilege does not necessarily mean you're coasting So keep a pin close to burst the bubble Of some earnest motherf**er that has gone to the trouble Of being a grave digger digging the dead to life There's nothing to suggest that salvation will arrive And to remind me of it is so contrived I don't need a broken record to bring me down off my high I just need these green eyes to roll back and sigh As much as I wish that I had the answer why Make the f**ers talk Standing in the flame of fire Say it like it is Shout it like you're in the fire I could never tell you The impossible story Words will never get close to The colour of your morning You know that I am so sincere But what is that helping I can't be the author of a story That is not mine to tell This is not the body that has grown out of a squalor This is not the optimism born from living horror The guilt could make a brother wanna lose a white collar But uh/ he need it today he'll give it up tomorra The dirt under the fingernails was never the grains That the bones had replaced in a rubbish tip grave The sweat they wiped off when they put their knives away Is the same sweat we get when we dance the night away And if I could turn the sun around and illuminate the hell Cos you best believe it can be found where humanity dwell And I could write a book about a book that wouldn't sell Be the author of a story that was never mine to tell but/ Where would that lead us? Preach To believers/ we're needing relievers but I am no teacher and you resent the grievance But if I don't at least try it's like I deceived yaz The story must be told/ some narratives must But it won't be delivered by the man in the tux Nor will it be heard over the inner city folk Saying f** it all f** it all f** it all for all 12 months I could never tell you The impossible story Words will never get close to The colour of your morning You know that I am so sincere But what is that helping I can't be the author of a story That is not mine to tell