In this ocean I'm a bag of tea. I make some clouds but they're minor league. Hack at the base of the largest tree. Only to find that it doesn't bleed.
We stood in your room and laughed out loud. Suddenly the laughter died and we were caught in an eye to eye. We sat on the floor and did we sit close.
an only. I'm lonely. Today I wake up, tell myself this is me. I learned to put on airs. Now this is home. But the property's on loan. Bivouac.I'm picking
Donatello I'm gonna cut my strings and kill the puppeteer. When I come to life I'll suck the air so deep. That will be my first breath. Then I'll walk
Beneath the door I see a light. It's four a.m. in apartment three. A sealed room. Muted sounds. I turn the knob. The door is gone. Yellow light
Did you ever wish you could be king? and hoping it will all come true. Holding heaven in your hands Turn the world on its ear make it ring. Rub sticks
I caught my eye in a swinging door. I saw myself in someone else and hated them ever since. I'd never seen that man before. Some broken glass and a bleeding
I leave it burning and count the dead. It reeks of incest. Erase my anguish. It reeks of pain. A jilted lover, a one time friend. Forget your name. And
(You guys are the pits of the world) And I'm asking what is left to do? And I'm feeling it's been done before Referential, hey, that's the guy from all
Seven hundred miles to play to fifteen angry men. I need some sleep. We hate them too. They hate the songs. This show is free. Just call it luck. They
I was caught so unaware When you made other plans Promises you swore to keep Where more than you could stand You don't know what you've got You don't
It seems I spend my days now wrapped in veils of sleep. Caught in slumber's grasp, nowhere that I should be. I grew so goddamned tired of fighting against
Превод: Jawbreaker. Бивак.
In this ocean I'm a bag of tea. I make some clouds but they're minor league. Hack at the base of the largest tree. Only to find that it doesn't bleed
to breathe. Today I wake up, tell myself this is me. Now this is home. But the property's on loan. So much for letting go. I'm picking up the phone. Bivouac
Beneath the door I see a light. It's four a.m. in apartment three. Muted sounds. A sealed room. I turn the knob. The door is gone. Yellow light. Kitchen
Did you ever wish you could be king? Holding heaven in your hands and hoping it will all come true. Turn the world on its ear make it ring. Rub sticks
