Тексты песен «8 Days And Waiting»

just another beginning for a reflection that's out worn its welcome two figures walked in honesty and i could feel deafness gnawing at my fingertips if i could gnaw my fingertips impatient itching a growing mutiny...

in gray skies I'm here standing your written prose I see reflecting stay awhile & I will talk about my weathering. i will reminisce about the hopes I have experienced how i wish I'd known what I'd been up against,...

i don't want to sound profound, just like to give a little glimpse of agony erosion and despair so tired. I've been waning, I've been waiting for something to come around and see me struggling here after all these...

spit and washed on the legacy of thrones, in tints and shades never meant to gift bone with careful precision, the stitches sewn on volts and currents a daughter is born. a mutual melody pressed against the lips...

a shoelace lies on a tattered windowsill serving as the last reminder for all the steps we have failed to take everyday has been adding up since the one you wilted here a smoking gun, a plate of ash and a cup of...

hey there little girl we used to have the greatest times speaking up and laughing out inside the storm that we've called life said we'd never grow apart, life just worked out that way i guess there's no real need to...

Boyd was a cop on the L.A. beat saw the craziest things that you'd never believe half- faced teens without a lease on life coat hangered girls, panicked junkies running dry. flesh peeling from a rotting stain on the...

i will stand hollow cheeked and awestruck as the rain paints this battered landscape uncomfortable lumps of armor encumber the face. pale faced and tiny she tugs at my sleeve a look across her face that seems so...

they bled your piggybanks and maimed your pride, the straws were finally dry enough to light, when did the rats begin to bite your legs? try and grasp a few more tracts of life. all those scarecrows burning? all...

nothing I will ever say will look like truth to you because standing in your eyes I will never be quite good, enough to meet your standards, always alone I'll stand against this empty phone booth that's ringing in my...

the porch swing sits empty on a cold summer's day and I'm saying to her, I used to remember us playing on those days I will deny one thousand times that this has always been good bye when will i look inside myself,...

intake, the image of mother stealing from the cradle at dawn, she cries cant you see I would paint the sea, cant you see cant you see cant you see cant you see the scabs she's worn all these years, cling to her like...