Тексты песен «Burning Airlines»

now the leeches are in love, and the serenade's begun. maybe you're the lucky one, but you can't trust a simple song. you're no fun. are we speeding to outrun identification? stoop for the honor, this pen's...

here are some words will you take them away? some better ways for what they mean to say puzzles and rhymes geography and time or a kiss, like praying we know, unknowing, to let nobody in this armor the thinnest...

i've framed your face in flames and i'm painting you red, love let's clarify this twist pin this butterfly kiss senseless senses sweetly simplify we twitch like marionettes in lascivious bliss silhouette, silhouette...

Hey! Who broke in and kicked me out, here, into heavy weather? This screen hangs a sign in black and white, but doesn't make it better "Sometimes, very often, all the time" No: "never, almost never" This thorn in my...

In game-show purgatory, we're all just dying for a laugh Watch your boy practice presidential looks, top of his class What's darker, streets or airwaves pregnant with rumors of rewards? If you're terminally bored, fall...

the night is opaque, spills out and it's spreading like paint. every city; 18th and k, blue blackens the grey, and money is safe. shell game under scaffolded shapes. ghost town ends anonymous day; again you...

Century opens like we're breaking yellow tape at the scene of something ciminal, beyond obscene Caught just a glimpse, another rubbernecker rocketing past - all perpetrators, or refugees? It is a carnival crime We're...

Damned! Is this the body you were last found living in? What you bury has a way of blossoming. All that bitterness in bloom on your skin, And the fiction cruelly continuing: Slick surrogate to get to the bottom of...

Here's your fertility Wanting so badly to be crushed You leave it up to me To do the crushing Through new sincerity Making a mockery of trust But if it's up to me Bring on the new thing Pacific 231 Were not...

What good does it do to keep cutting away? What training could teach you to appreciate, the way that sutures turn to scars? Incised on the line between faith and a lie. I can't steady my hand for remembering mine,...

haven't we got some place else to be? cash in our collective memories they go cheap the lines are open testing 1, 2, 3 but disconnection's still our sweetest dream like it's free exit, please call it love with a...

where did my father find this photograph? where is the spite, the narrowed eyes? she was so beautiful in black and white anywhere else, would i recognize that smile is it like mine? was this before she died from...