Слова:
Inkwell These Stars Are Monsters

nothing but lie To everyone I know. I am this plane crashing to the ground. I am the sweet absent sound. So, please pay attention To these final words. So, please pay attention To these

There's a ghost on every corner of this town. They're reminding me of how things used to be. They're offering an easier way out, But if it's easier.

and I'm starting to get the punchline. We're sorry It's just a joke and I'm starting to get the punchline. We are sorry, We don't know why We are sorry

Stretch legs out gently. There's no reason you can't and quickly. I'm on fire tonight in the car out in front of your house. My curse has now lifted.

times are on the rise. Good times are on the rise. I'm on your side. So, Don't forget to hold on, hold on. Cause good times are on the rise. Good times are

Patience now one more block to go Are we coming off too sweet on these cold damp city streets? Where the moon is much too high and out feet don't move

Stretch your legs out gently there's no reason it can't end quickly i'm on fire tonight in the car out in front of your house my curse has now lifted

to be (Im on your side) so dont forget to hold on (hold on) (cause good times are on the rise) (good times are on the rise) (hold on) (Thanks to Colleen for these

sound This is the sound So please pay attention to these final words So please pay attention to these miserable chords So please pay attention to these final words So please pay attention to these