Standard (EADGBE)
Intro
The sun, the trees, a desert breeze
Makes up this place,
I have been here once before
This is the calm before the storm
The eye of the hurricane
Even though our eyes shine bright
There is nothing inside
But a sense of longing for a place with palm trees
Or a new hand to hold
All the mirrors are decievers
They would tell you anything you want to hear
But if I die young like all the greats
Will you remember my name
Even though our eyes shine bright
There is nothing inside
But a sense of longing
Is it just in our nature
To want more than what we can recieve
I wish the road was my home
That I was a liar with something believable to lie about
That I was a martyr
I'd give you something to cry about
This town is too small to hold us all
We will sink like a ship
This town is too small to hold us all
We will sink like a ship
We will sink like a ship.