Dashboard Confessional - Turpentine chaser
Tekst :
This paint has been tasting of lead& their chips will fall as they may,
but it s not just my finish that is peeling,
& it is not alone fleeing these walls.
Well sooner of later this cold
it s gonna break
& our hands will be warm again,
but all I want is not to need you now.
And sooner or later this cold
it s gonna break
& our words will be heard again,
but all I want are vows of silence now.
This turpentine chaser s got kick
& the rag that it s soaked in is rich.
The fumes aide the pace of my cleaning
& as soon as I m done I am gone.
The frightening facts
we ve been facing our backs
for so long now
are begging for eyes
to bear witness to lies
& indifference.
Now we re saying aloud
the things we ve declared in our silence.
The new coats of paint will not reaquaint
broken hearts to broken homes.
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
Harvesters of minds
A man without a face stepped down among us
Awakening the hope in those who were doing badly
We, striken deaf from clapping,
Have been drinking the blood from his mouth
BECAUSE HE HAD A DREAM...
The mower without a face pointed at a...
Awakening the hope in those who were doing badly
We, striken deaf from clapping,
Have been drinking the blood from his mouth
BECAUSE HE HAD A DREAM...
The mower without a face pointed at a...
Seville
They’re gonna kill us all
Oh sheena kneels
And prays over the graves
And wishes of her god to be so brave
The roses she had picked
Fall from her hand
On to the ground which
Will soon hold her
Sheena Bella
Sheena Bella walks and
Sheena Bella strays
Oh, fetal Sheena counts off her last days
The colors of the...
Oh sheena kneels
And prays over the graves
And wishes of her god to be so brave
The roses she had picked
Fall from her hand
On to the ground which
Will soon hold her
Sheena Bella
Sheena Bella walks and
Sheena Bella strays
Oh, fetal Sheena counts off her last days
The colors of the...
Autumn tactics
Deep river runs it s course
To a warm horizon
Shadows of falling leaves
October moon and rusty skies
Ever changing feelings
The seeds of autumn in my mind
Hiding sun, like the hiding sun
Feels like its just begun
Hiding sun, like the hiding sun
Waiting for summer sun
Hiding summer s age no more
No more leaves in summer...
To a warm horizon
Shadows of falling leaves
October moon and rusty skies
Ever changing feelings
The seeds of autumn in my mind
Hiding sun, like the hiding sun
Feels like its just begun
Hiding sun, like the hiding sun
Waiting for summer sun
Hiding summer s age no more
No more leaves in summer...
Love on the run
Like love on the run
Like love on the run
Chorus:
Like love on the run there will be tommorow
the stars and the sun every beam Ill follow
Together were dancing all night long
together were dancing on and on
The sound of the drum keeps my soul depending...
Like love on the run
Chorus:
Like love on the run there will be tommorow
the stars and the sun every beam Ill follow
Together were dancing all night long
together were dancing on and on
The sound of the drum keeps my soul depending...
The silver sea
Oft I wonder...
As my mind s eye fly its own course...
Into those places,
that I cannot wander...
Where are they, those dark and hidden places...
That I cannot wander to?
Where is the place...
A place my mind often travel to...
That place I fear and hate,
As my mind s eye fly its own course...
Into those places,
that I cannot wander...
Where are they, those dark and hidden places...
That I cannot wander to?
Where is the place...
A place my mind often travel to...
That place I fear and hate,