Tells me she's got an anxious disease It's keeping her up from sleep It's nothing to do with me Just a pill that she'll always need She knows not what
In all the violent loud and bright Are you more alive You crush it down in gentle breaths Til it breaths just right Don't you feel love Don't you feel
Pigment pale and figure frail I feel your hands tremble in mine As you rest your head on the motel bed Asking what's left behind When you take a bow And
Tearing you like tired walls Crumbling with all you had to give Builds you back as something new With skin that don?t remember you Paints you in an awful
Fools rushing out and in Like a pool cue through fingers split And merge the traffic Separate indulgence from the addicts Couldn't help themselves Couldn
We are children of divorce Spiritual mothers Chemical fathers Wish I learned to love you more Lonesome brothers Trustless daughters We are children born
Losing faith in a connection You keep to his body Like rain down on your sundays How quickly he forgets that you exist And he never comes alive Quite
I've been sailing for so long I don't recall what I set out for I'd trade this disbelieving sea To make peace upon your shore Waves carry me out Like
I never meant to leave dear I just thought I would arrive But it seems here I'm never quite alive Where you are The room won't fill with light But an
My dreams are breaking fevers lying on a death bed Crying at the mirror in moments of reflection Nothing lasts forever it?s foolish to expect it Surely
God gave me a gun Said take everyone Standing in the way Of what you really want So I took his advice Yeah, I never thought twice Headed out to find To
I helped you out of your self and right back in You say it?s foolish but there?s something that you miss You want a car with a clean interior I?ve been
God gave me a gun Said take everyone Standing in the way Of what you really want So I took his advice Yeah, I never thought twice Headed out to find
Pigment pale and figure frail I feel your hands tremble in mine As you rest your head on the motel bed Asking what's left behind When you take a bow
