Disco Discontent Lyrics

You could be an ocean gently pulled by the moon

I could be the slowly-fading foam

I could be a rainstorm plodding through an empty field

You could be the flowers' instant bloom

Futures raised on 808s

And parting lines

And disco discontent

Seedlings in synthetic soil

Where nothing grows

And nothing's ever meant

You could be the gray stones of a two-flat derelict

I could be the ivy reaching up

Rooting in the mortar, wrapping around the edges

The rain a rapid heartbeat on our roof

Futures raised on 808s

And parting lines

And disco discontent

Seedlings in synthetic soil

Where nothing grows

And nothing's ever meant