Submitted to Guster.net by Kenta Koga

Artist: Guster

From the Album:
Other

Song Title:
La Ti Da

Can't imagine
What possibly went wrong
I heard it but I don't believe him

The way his face bends
The way he's hurting now
Can blame it all don't look at me

While I pity them
I can't help but singing La Ti Da
Hope they don't hear me

After the fall 
I pray he thinks that it isn't me
Lucky boy I am

Crush the bodies on the ground
It's so terrible I know
Watch'em writher and reach out
He's going quietly right now
But the smile barely shows
and I'm happy cause I've found
That the victim is not me
So I kicked him
While he's on the ground

And hiding all of me
Burned by three degrees
He said, confide in no one else
Found and can't even believe
Burned by three degrees
It's better done myself
It's better done myself

Charm and praises
Some only wish them well
You say it but you don't believe it

And when the onslaught flies
Pierce the empty frame outside
Consider this of you

Crush the bodies on the ground
It's so terrible I know
Watch'em writher and reach out
He's going quietly right now
But the smile barely shows
and I'm happy cause I've found
That the victim is not me
So I kicked him
While he's on the ground

And hiding all of me
Burned by three degrees
He said, confide in no one else
Found and can't even believe
Burned by three degrees
It's better done myself
It's better done myself