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 When the sun rose again, to find us alone

 In the chill of the morning, in the chill of your home

 I was cursing to myself that I'd never come again

 In the sick of my stomach there were butterflies again

 There were giant frozen potholes

 and guilty nervous grins

Yes those days were good days

 as days some times are

 but this day I'm bleeding

 with all these new scars

 with open ended invitations

you'd supplement

 with the sting of goodbye

 oh but I knew what you meant

for the night is a shadow

 from the earth on itself

 and all my friends are just animals

  floating on a shelf

 that'll one day be frozen

 or melted inslightly

 or a thousand other things

 that will someday bring catastrophe

 in the dark of our lives

with syntheticating machines

 to pretend it's today

  not to fall asleep and dream

 so the porchlight i saw on my way down a walk

 which’s silhoutte like a halo and a cross on your neck

 and I’d drink myself to sleep if only it could be dark

 somewhere out in heaven without the glimmer of stars

 Without the promise of something without the terror of nothing

 Without the promise of something without the terror of nothing

 Without the promise of something without the terror of nothing