Besedila:
Mariana S Trench

my friend Just stop, just stop, just stop, I think I got it Sorry you, sorry me, sorry every in between Sorry everybody he will never be somebody clean There's

familiar places Tonight seemed all wrong but Acadia is gone, Acadia is gone In the house I grew up in, remember the faces When Andrew and I wrecked each other's

So here's another day I'll spend away from you Another night, I'm on another broken avenue My bag is ripped and worn but then again now so am I Take what

sick things that make you pull out your hair All the bad dreams, yeah, all the nightmares All the apathy is always sticking it in And that's when I

Everyone's around, no words are coming out And I can't find my breath, can we just say the rest with no sound? And I know this isn't enough, I still don

don't think I will need them all again I think the problem here is There's nothing wrong I guess that I can coast along for now Bit more, there's something

When your tears are spent on your last pretense And your tired eyes refuse to close and sleep in your defense When it's in your spine like you've walked

So here's another day I'll spend away from you Another night I'm on another broken avenue My bag is ripped and worn Then again now so am I Take what

First it comes on quiet, creeping slow Clever words and phrases only stain I remain so lost and buried under everything that I need When all I want is