Nimble Bastard - Incubus

Written by：Incubus

Has it come to this

We're stuck in the weeds

I get it I'm not perfect I was never trying to be

But I'm not long for this earth

If we really only ever get one chance to burn

I gotta trip before I can see the finish

How else would I learn

I wanna know how is it you do it

When you land on your feet

You're a nimble bastard

And you don't skip a beat

Such a nimble bastard

Salt of the earth

Such a nimble bastard

Yeah won't you show lowly us

How do you see the stars from that far down

I swing and I miss

And then come the creeps

It makes me want to faint

I wanna know how is it you do it

How do you spill the paint

And then fit it into a frame

When you land on your feet

You're a nimble bastard

And you don't skip a beat

Such a nimble bastard

Salt of the earth

Such a nimble bastard

Yeah won't you show lowly us

How do you see the stars from that far down

Has it come to this

Has it come to this

When you land on your feet

You're a nimble bastard

And you don't skip a beat

Such a nimble bastard

Salt of the earth

Look out

Won't you show lowly us

How do you see the stars from that far down

You're a nimble bastard

Salt of the earth

Such a nimble bastard

Salt of the earth

You're such a nimble bastard

Yeah won't you show lowly us

How do you see the stars