Far - In the aisle, yelling

Tekst :

Blessed be
Messed up me
Should I feel different? Was I
Crying to get my face wet

To discern what I did from what I thought
It s hard to discern what I gave from what I got
It s part of me.
Blessed be.

Low lit theatre
Quiet crowd
I m on the screen projected
I m in the aisle yelling fire.

Inne utwory

  • Quick
  • Water & solution
  • Sister
  • I like it
  • Cut out
  • Mother Mary
  • All go down
  • Joining the circus
  • Lied
  • The system
  • Seasick
  • Girl
  • Holding the gun
  • Promise
  • Boring life
  • Another way out
  • Bury white
  • Really here
  • Wear it so well
  • Waiting for sunday
  • Man over board
  • You wear it so well
  • Losowe utwory

    Through the morning, through the night

    Believe me when I tell you
    I will try to understand
    Belive me when I tell you
    I could never kill a man
    But to know that another man s holding you tight
    Hurts me, little darling
    Thru the morning thru the night
    The bond has been broken
    The promise you gave
    The words that were spoken
    I can not...

    Behavior

    You re like an angel with the sweetest smile
    But when you use it you re an evil child
    Oh, Oh, that s what brings me back again.

    We get along but only half the time,
    The other half you ain t no friend of...

    Hips and makers

    Rocking on the ocean
    Sucking up the sea
    Every bird flies over me
    We have hips and makers
    We have a good time

    I married a boxer to keep me from fighting
    I married a brewer to keep me from drinking
    We have a good time
    They keep me dancing

    Finally it s alright
    It s alright
    ...

    Spirit of love

    I can t tell you no one will ever die from a broken heart
    But one thing I know since I ve loved you
    I know that I m alive
    So why do you keep holding back
    Don t run away from what we have
    I would never hurt you darling

    Can t stop...

    In my room

    In my room
    We re at the end of the harm
    I sit and stare at the wall
    Each day s just like the last
    For i lived in the past

    In my room
    Where every night is the same
    I play a dangerous game
    I keep pretending he...