Тексты песен «Against Me!»

Sleep on pillows made in Singapore, Wrapped in comforters, Sweating through sheets. Drink your coffee in the morning, Flown in on airplanes across vast seas. Your houses made of wood, Central air, Central heat,...

Sleep on pillows made in Singapore, Wrapped in comforters, Sweating through sheets. Drink your coffee in the morning, Flown in on airplanes across vast seas. Your houses made of wood, Central air, Central heat, Your...

Sleep on pillows made in Singapore Wrapped in comforters Sweating through sheets Drinking coffee in the morning Floating on Airplanes across the vast seas And your house is made of wood Central air, central heat...

Sleep on pillows made in Singapore Wrapped in comforters Sweatin' through sheets Drinkin' coffee in the morning Flown in on aeroplanes across the vast seas And your house is made of wood Central air, central heat...

Sleep on pillows made in Singapore, Wrapped in comforters, Sweating through sheets. Drink your coffee in the morning, Flown in on airplanes across vast seas. Your houses made of wood, Central air, Central heat,...

Two coffins for sleep, One for you, one for me We'll get there eventually In the dark of our graves our bodies decay I wish you'd never change How lucky I ever was to see, The way that you smile at me, Your little moon...

Where are we going to be? It's getting so hard to remember to feel. Struggling more and more to recall six minutes worth of a dream, you forgot when you woke up. Died-in-the-wool to last, for the sake of Christ you...

Where are we going to be? It's getting so hard to remember to feel. Struggling more and more to recall six minutes worth of a dream, you forgot when you woke up. Died-in-the-wool to last, for the sake of Christ you...

Unraveling, unrolled, a siren in the night I love the jaundice of your skin Its perverse plasticity You make me want to smoke cigarettes You make me want to drink whiskey Even if your love was unconditional, It still...

Everyone's a critic, but hey they really respect your talent. Have your manager call my manager, and we'll make records together. At this level of success in entertainment, there are certain connotations. It's a "you...

I don't want to talk about it, I don't think you'd understand, how things can get so fucked up with such good intentions. If roofs turn to sky, held by the gravity of nothing, an ironic and literal making of a bed. You...

Well do you to want to talk about it, Do you think you"d understand, How things can get so fucked up with such good intentions. If roofs turn to sky, Held by the gravity of nothing, An ironic and literal making of...

Well do you want to talk about it? Do you think you'd understand, How things can get so fucked up with such good, such good intentions And if, if roofs turn to sky, held by the gravity of nothing An ironic and literal...

Well do you want to talk about it? Do you think you'd understand, How things can get so fucked up with such good, such good intentions And if, if roofs turn to sky, held by the gravity of nothing An ironic and...

Well do you wanna talk about it, Do you think you'd understand, how things can get so fucked up with such good, such good, intentions. and if, if roofs turn to sky, held by the gravity of nothing, an ironic and...

I don't want to talk about it, I don't think you'd understand, how things can get so fucked up with such good intentions. If roofs turn to sky, held by the gravity of nothing, an ironic and literal making of a bed. You...

One night we lay beside each other, so close to a sweat with two fans circling overhead, we sleep on borrowed time and the traffic lights direct empty roads, the stars can't break the city sky but they still try...

I can't sleep. Dry red eyes wide open. Stare at the white stucco ceiling. I turn on the TV, watch music on television. Have I heard this song before? Did this already happen? Derived influence in style of dress...

Lock the door, to your room. Pray they don't find us, pray they don't kick it down. Oh you've been keeping secrets, and these kind of lies have consequences. So many possibilities for this to all end badly. It's...

Heading down south to the land of the pines I'm thumbing my way in the North Caroline Staring up the road pray to God I see headlights I made it down the coast in seventeen hours, Picking me a bouquet of dogwood...