ourselves apart. Cough and twitch from the news on your face And some foreign candle burning in your eyes Held to the past too aware of the pending
If the stars were just right and the moon pulled us closer and the sun pulled the flower from the tired grey ashes and the light in the sky framed
It wasn?t hard to find you, it wasn?t hard to hold you It wasn?t hard to keep you this close It wasn?t hard to want you, it wasn?t hard to love you
The Mission cries, watch her fall, watch her dance Without a crutch, without a sling, without a second chance He slithers by, he?d like to pass, he
Today is just another day I went looking for you, every street corner every little thing I do Just another day, over my shoulder, and so far away
I cried on the train ride through the bay, under the sea ears pop and I sway Memories don?t feel concrete, they slip fast and fly high and there?s defeat
I wait here on the corner, I wait here on the corner, maybe I?ll find out where I?m supposed to be today, today, today I?ll build an ashram in India
You are an island, I?m not the ocean If you are an island then I am the midlands You are an island, you?ll always be that way ?cause you choose to
Melody inside my head, memories I cannot shed Music?s a tall strong tree, and with love is the only way to be Pretty people and their pretty things
I always think about you when I?m flying, all the tiny freeways and all the tiny houses Could it be that one day we?ll stop adjudicating And all
All of my days your shadow puppets dance on each service, and I confess I wish I could dance with them and I must run to the next task on this long
Doom Pending doom [6x] New York, you (?) Pacific sea Pending doom Two travelers approach Unconscious thread In shield of friendship On parallel
sea The two of us dearly departed Bring a book with a happy ending A remix of the message sending Shining clean, this guillotine New and improved Patent pending
The worst part is yet to come, I'll play you a song and sing you some, I feel just as bad as you, Because what were doing is, Saying goodbye to a friend
Tripping my way across land "No trespassing" in my hand Controversy in the air Art will take you anywhere What's the king of a town making no sound,
cut ourselves apart Cough and twitch from the news on your face And some foreign candle burning in your eyes Held to the past too aware of the pending
If this punk rock scene don't be the death of me then let this east coast weather kill the rest of me. Cause if these tattoos on my skin don't mean a
Either hell has frozen over or you're a zombie of a girl I used to know. Someone should have told her that forever didn't end four years ago. Go tell
