Just let me close my eyes. I haven't been this scared in a while. I'll keep not listening to you. Even after all you put me through. Just wake me up when
See my breath with every word Frozen in time looking back at me Can still be heard Looking out from a window sill My conscience surrounding In everything
I drive by things en route to your place I knew you'd think that if we're twenty-three On your porch sweet talking with me And I'm thinking, what am I
Another fall A different feeling than the night before Where am I while you're back home Life goes on and on and on and on This strange routine sometimes
My father said, don't be so scared Driving home all alone You're in a hospital bed I close my eyes Ignore the sun Try to wake up from the dream It's not
When you're feeling safe in your skin Maybe we'll meet again When you're feeling down in Kingston Maybe we'll meet again
The disapproval's all I need To keep my conscience clean Turn your back on me Turn your back on me So you tell me just how to be And I'll live my life
You're cold like the blood that runs through your veins I've been told There's a black spot next to your name You can't seem to erase Shed your skin,
Time and distance blurs the image So far along from the life you're used to Flood of '72 casting shadows over you A giant's despair I see a valley beneath
The mountains surrounding Mark the boundaries you're not meant to leave I'll stay far away But to keep my place I want to write our names on a golden
Memorial Day came and went again And I feel the same How much you've changed And I've heard all about Where you've been How you are now But I'm still
Feeling like a bag of bones Shriveled up and cold Nineteen years old And draining out all of my insides On the floor every night Is supposed to make
I try to find myself in the shadows of my room, but I was suffocated by vacant walls, and solitude. Knee deep and losing sleep, can't find yourself when
Burning down all of these memories Let me be the first Let me be the last thing you forget
Talking to myself But I can't hear over your mouth I'm thinking out loud What's keeping around What's keeping me chained down to changing sounds Your
Превод: Шарлатанима Великој Британији. Наслов Фигхт.
I wish I could tell you what I think about you But I can't All these thoughts are overrated Pile it up, keep it inside now there's nowhere left to hide
As I sit here without you I wonder what I should do to get you in my life then I realized, my time is coming up so I'll just sit here and wait for my