Thirty Pieces of silver screen. Deep inside our souls. How did we betray our imagination. Watching our futures unfold. . Without a whisper for fear of intrusion.
Album: misguided roses. Through the floor. Bathed in sunlight woke from dreams. Of murderous intention. Pursued by dogs and men and things. I'm just too scared to mention.
Finally. I get the chance to say these words to you. From me. I've got to find a way to live. To love again. . Constantly. I get reminded of the pain, the truth.
What do I care? I'll clean up to make things. Look their very best, to feel my worst. What's inside is no longer mine to destroy. But all the same on each new Sunday.
Thank you for leading me home that I. May one day return to walk through those fields again. I buried a treasure and made a map. So I'd always find my way back.
Sometimes you have to be brave. And let things fall where they will. It's not yours to decide. How this night will be. Sometimes you have to be brave.
Are you gonna die with that music inside?. Did you catch the twilight on your way into work?. You can live anything, you can think. Man, I'm not lying to you and yeah that's a threat.
The city is calling. Everybody is searching for the keys. To all the prisons that the cruel and kind intention can create. The boys and girls of winter gather at the end of November.
[Verse One]. The distance between us has gotten so cold.. What's best left unsaid was once in my head.. And the words that you said and then, I believe again.
You said it's gonna get worse. before this gets any better. I tell myself i'll be okay. so now i stop. try to forget her. and i hate you more with every word you say.
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He was brought up like a sailor,. A pirate of the streets,. Stealing food and booze and dirty magazines. . The rainy days come, the rainy days go,. The Whiskey, The Liar, The Thief!.
The safety of home is growing thinner. you're all that keeps me awake. the summer is passing much faster than winter. but we all remember winter's mistake.
From everything that I've been told. we both have heard of gold. I can't help but falling down. when you're not around. It must have been something that i said.
Friday left me hopeless. Saturday left me scared- Sunday drove me crazy. Monday just reminded me that i'm still here. . And every word you say is like a bullet to my brain.
Well I don't know, but I've been told. Two sides to every story. One is right and the other is wrong. Guess it depends which side your on. 'cause one man's blessing is another man's curse.