We're the silent half untruths we have sharp pebbles in the boots we don't like happy endings we're dreams splattered on a toilet seat we remember to
Brown eyes in the mud carefully pour their water out brown eyes in the mud onto the ground in the rutted cracks brown eyes watch me and speak show me
Her actions speak louder than my voice and make us strangers by love. I hate the sound of silence ringing in my ears so I sing nineteen sad songs that
"A place to take roots and grow up strong" I'll cut every tongue saying these words on a rusty wire. don't tell me stories to feed my mind. the path
I see you everywhere but it seems it doesen't care, I'm aware Icy words instead of hugs every face looks at me doin' mugs and I'm afraid of glowing
His goodbye letters are getting worse, nothing more than usual words. a single thought eats him inside and makes room for his pride. who do you think
Time is rolling by...Time is rolling by and our fights have become scars that have survived the tries to hide this suffered page of time. This suffered
I remember to forget the time I may still leave that face unseen this broken mirror cuts no more through skin ('cause I?ve walked on the fragments 'till
A bike ride in darkness not afraid to move on and choosing to see winter means you'll button my coat for me. The embrace, the kiss and the promise in
Like a long forgotten dream The tide carried ashore The red petal you once gave to me. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra-tracks
This I saw with my own eyes a cliff-swallow made her nest in a hole of the bank but when finished a snake crawled up to the nest whistling to the nest
There's something in the way you laugh when you're drunk that tells me all the things I'm glad you're not I need days to forget a line of your face
Dirty as I prowl through dust and crushed stones dirty mock and jeer, as i stare my bare feet turn shades into black dirty wannabe prowling wannabe
: We're the silent half untruths we have sharp pebbles in the boots we don't like happy endings we're dreams splattered on a toilet seat we remember
