The air my lungs first loved Carves craters from my eyes They said, "Breathe deeply son Or be the next to die" Beneath the falling night And heaven's
One day the dreamers died within us When all our answers never came We hid the truth beneath our skin but Our shadows never looked the same A ghost is
Here's your new drug Shoot it in the left eye Feel it on the right side No, it's not love It sets up shop behind your ribcage Building blood clots and
They are sick, they are poor And they die by the thousands and we look away They are wolves at the door And their not gonna move us, or get in our way
The blue light spills like oceans We smile and let it in It cures us of our questions Like hoods on peregrine Knowledge locked in a tower Barons will
I've waited for this moment all my life and more And now I see so clearly what I could not see before The time is now or never and this chance won't come
Your eyes followed me here, your eyes seamless and sure They leave me broken and in need of a cure Your eyes followed me here, your eyes sifting my soul
They preach to the choir Always in the permanent daylight They toss paper tigers from their Perfect porcelain skylines Listen for the sound (For the
I sit here clutching useless lists And keys for doors that don't exist I crack my teeth on pearls I tear into the history Show me what it means to me
feel An angel steal me from the greedy jaws of death and chance And pull me in with steady hands they've given me a second chance The artist in the ambulance
Wake up everyone! It's not too late To save the remnants of our hearts So stop giving up our last shot at love Our only chance to find the meaning of
Paint the target, we don't need no evidence Flood the market, we do it all in self defense You're a smart kid, never work without your gloves If you're
feel an angel steal me from the greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady hands they've given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance
Käännös: Kolmasti. Taiteilija Ambulanssi.
feel an angel steal me from the Greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady hands They've given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance
: The air my lungs first loved carves craters from my eyes they said "breathe deeply son or be the next to die" Beneath the falling night and heaven
: They are sick, they are poor And they die by the thousands and we look away They are wolves at the door They are not going to move us or get in our
: Your eyes, followed me here. Your eyes, seamless and sure. They leave me broken and, in need of a cure. Your eyes, followed me here. Your eyes
