Bear lyrics

There's a bear inside your stomach

The cub's been kicking from within

He's loud, though without vocal chords

We'll put an end to him

We'll make all the right appointments

No one ever has to know

And then tomorrow I'll turn 21

We'll script another show

We'll play charades up in the Chelsea

Drink champagne although you shouldn't be

We'll be blind and dumb until we fall asleep

None of our friends will come

They dodge our calls

And they have for quite a while now

It's not a shock

You don't seem to mind

We're too old

We're not old, old at all

Just too old

We're not old, old at all

There's a bear inside your stomach

The cub's been kicking you for weeks

And if this isn't all a dream

Well then we'll cut him from beneath

Well we're not scared of making caves

Or finding food for him to eat

We're terrified of one another

And terrified of what that means

But we'll make only quick decisions

And you'll just keep my in the waiting room

And all the while I'll know we're fucked

When we get home we're bigger strangers than we've ever been before

You sit in front of snowy television, suitcase on the floor

We're too old

We're not old, old at all

Just too old

We're not old, old at all

Just too old

We're not old, old at all

Just too old

We're not old, old at all

Just too old

We're not old, old at all

Just too old

We're not old, old, old, old at all

• Artist:The Antlers
• Album:Hospice