Shouldering the blame Walking into frame Like a lighted silhouette Against a cotton sheet Smothering the crease Tin can in hand Waiting for God to come
I'm behind. Write your words on a scrap of paper, Tie me, tie me round my little finger Can't think of anything to make it worth the fight. For this
Up to my eyes And I'm seeing without you, without you We'll start a fire And burn some bridges And make it out of here tonight We'll start a fire And
Babylon is burning You're burning the street You're burning your houses With anxiety With anxiety Babylon is burning Babylon is burning With anxiety
tell that you've had enough of these useless sunsets This could be a movie, this could be our final act We don't need these happy endings This could be a
for this to go away 'Cuz I'm not angry, tired or sore More of a man than I was before Is this the 'cause I'm looking for? I plead, forgive me 'Cuz I
The days I've felt alone And the sea, it brings me back again So that I can see my wife And I can see my child Home, I'm home, it never changes Same
Of your foolishness And I'm nothing more without a line in your book Yet I'm nothin' more without a line in your book Yet I'm nothin' more without a
what I'm meant for In your book , no longer interesting Fall forward just to even the score Your book, just a thought to you Just a thought to you, just a
chance To really go somewhere that you can't My love is exploitation, not a passing celebration And I don't wanna feel like a part of history Gonna
the room Sitting pretty in full bloom Your stain on my fingers Like a headache that the pills won't kill Your stain on my fingers Like a headache that
Dear friends of this academy Ohh, Romeo is bleeding to death To see a friend bleed to death And what for, some kind of metaphor That I can't see? So I
away So what are we all built upon Soon fragile in decay What are we all built upon To take these dreams away Why need a, why need a new faith When
No matter where you go They?ll fucking tie you down And bleed you from your wrists (Bleed you from your wrists) Well, it?s better that we leave Leave
FUNERAL FOR A FRIEND - It's All The Rage. Why do we need this Who was it that said That great things come to men Well that fucker lied to us There
For a taste, just a simple kiss The way you bend before the break And the way my throat would feel I'm scared of failure For a taste, just a simple
believe A seam away from breaking You believe, you believe Always forever We're tasting you for the first time Just to breathe you in We're breaking you for
Congratulations, it's a boy Buried underneath the afterbirth of joy Sticks and stones will always break His bones can barely take the weight Of your breath