Dead Poetic - Glass in the trees
Tekst :
I don t want to come back here, to this place.It s a cold that only comes from blaming yourself for two decades wasted.
And I don t want to come back here, to this place.
When it all just repeats in my head again, and I cannot stop it.
And the glass in the trees, and all you left here,
Reflects everything that I missed.
And the pavement is still warm from the tires.
I can still feel the fright that the night brings.
Every song that you d sing.
And I won t ever come back here to this place.
All I ever do is picture you smiling, and then picture you leaving.
And the glass in the trees, and all you left here,
Reflects everything that I missed.
Slow down.
I ll try and make it up to you.
They ve cut down the trees to try to forget you.
But I took a vow to never forget you.
If you re still here, then we re waiting.
We ll wait for you to come back home to the broken little foes.
Until the guilt grows and grows.
When the time that s wasted comes back to haunt me.
And I ll deserve every bit. because I m not spiritual yet.
I m just reading the lines they gave me from the pulpit.
And it s not fading off, we remember the years.
As we sift through the laughter to find all the tears.
And I m not worthy of grievance, I did nothing to prevent this.
And standing at your grave, I could have caused this.
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
Hit me (Gimme tha power II)
Cuando era chico quería ser como superman
pero ahora ya quiero ser un diputado del PAN
o del PRI o del PRD
o cualquier cosa que tenga un poco de poder
quiero convertirme en músico político
y construirle un piso al periferico
quiero acabar...
pero ahora ya quiero ser un diputado del PAN
o del PRI o del PRD
o cualquier cosa que tenga un poco de poder
quiero convertirme en músico político
y construirle un piso al periferico
quiero acabar...
Hide And Seek
Where are we?
What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just began to form
Crop circles in the carpet
Sinking, feeling
Spin me around again
And rub my eyes
This can t be happening
When busy streets
A mess with people
Would stop to hold
Their heads...
What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just began to form
Crop circles in the carpet
Sinking, feeling
Spin me around again
And rub my eyes
This can t be happening
When busy streets
A mess with people
Would stop to hold
Their heads...
Whiskey will
([Voice one:]
Fuck you. Drunk like you were.
Are you sobered up yet?
[Voice two:]
Yeah, I was never drunk, you idiot.
[Voice one:] You said you were down the Shamrock,
you must have had two beers down there. That s enough
to get you drunk, you can t hold your damn... a drop
of...
Fuck you. Drunk like you were.
Are you sobered up yet?
[Voice two:]
Yeah, I was never drunk, you idiot.
[Voice one:] You said you were down the Shamrock,
you must have had two beers down there. That s enough
to get you drunk, you can t hold your damn... a drop
of...
Washington
I feel something near
Is it misery or fear
It s a mystery unclear
What am I doing here
A breeze upon my face
Smells sweet as your embrace
A smile across my face
As I think about that place
Is it misery or fear
It s a mystery unclear
What am I doing here
A breeze upon my face
Smells sweet as your embrace
A smile across my face
As I think about that place
Goodbye
In an unforgiving way
He took twenty years away
What was he thinking of that day
Didn t live to see just how you are today
Goodbye
Surprise - He stole your pride
There s so much for you up here
Where the...
He took twenty years away
What was he thinking of that day
Didn t live to see just how you are today
Goodbye
Surprise - He stole your pride
There s so much for you up here
Where the...