Тексты песен «(Bridge And Tunnel»

So hold, hold on to all the nights that make us feel we belong. I know, I know the punch clock doesn't chime, it tolls. Prolong, prolong all the time I have to sing you this song. Sometimes, sometimes tomorrow...

A verse from that old crooner's song played, Said that "Every street's a boulevard in Ole' New York." Well if that's the case, then this is the biggest fucking pothole I have ever seen. We're all so stubborn,...

What a grave misconception, That's built up to the norm. The suits, the cells, the charm, The first impressions. Wine and dine to make some good connections, Because it's all about who you fucking know. Let...

I'm sorry if we've been at two different ends of a candle burning out, But the stillness of these rooms keeps our voices tucked away. And the scarceness of sunlight and the glow of the TV keeps the sentiment in short...

We've been running ourselves ragged, Talking in circles again. Looking for answers in every dusty corner, Along all the same fault lines. We're not giving up this time. Change is only relative to where you...

All my friends are into liquid trends, When they drink what they can and they pretend to dance. When the volume's up, and the lights go down, And the shoes come off, the informal gowns will not cover up The maps...

Scribble your name on the desk, Erase it and write it again. I don't blame you. I have trouble paying attention too. Scribble my head with horns, a bad suit, and a face that looks worn. I don't blame you...

Let's all hang our heads in light of the recent events, With temperatures set. And we can try To ignore this great white elephant, A fine representative of excess. We all continue to say the same things, Just...

How easily we forget, How easily we comply. Today are we even the splinter On the hand that pulls the trigger? They're still dropping bombs in the name of the city that we live in. They're still dropping bombs in...

So where the fuck is our pride tonight? Are we just blank slates born at the end of an arms race? We're the heirs to the chokeholds, chokeholds put on other necks. So listen as we pluck the strings to a flagpole, a...