when they start shooting will you be there when they start marching will you clap them it's like everything I've ever wanted, turns to rust time plays
down in the colorful night, she is never ever leaving my side or my sight, and it's like i'm seeing her now for the very first time her face becomes religion
up with the sun every morning you find nothing new has come in the morning light cornflower blue, nothing new to you i won't be there when you turn out
distance makes the heart grow weak i've stopped listening when you speak i can't even hear myself think anymore phone call wakes the drunkard sleep it
when your lights go out tonight and your stars lose their blinding light you will dream of small change you will weep for him again and I'll watch over
feeling like a bomb shell but looking like disaster light it up and pray it won't go off in our faces memories of days gone out the back yard with my
i don't keep in contact with the day much since you've been gone i just seem to walk around with my eyes wide open, but my brain switched off yeah I wish
she's on the second floor with a window above her bed and she will look through the glass and wonder what it is she had missed she will hide the bruises
I'm wasting away, crack on my head and it's always the way, impatient man I saw you today I ain't losing it I can't believe that you left don't try and
I found my way home after getting lost in Camden Town And I was on my own, sick of making eyes at everyone Past the old burnt out brewery, this is where
Fall asleep on mission street You can't find the keys in the dark And now all the things you've ever been or ever plan to be fall apart Disappear entirely
the art of time pours in your glass the sound of it reminds you of your past and how nothing ever changes the clocks inside your head will strike midnight
early morning train ride, central coast slipping in and out of a cold dream hey there laura what you waiting for as your room fills up with fish, bugs
