Тексты песен «Facing New York»

Oakland, winter, quiet night. This might be my favorite time. The house is quiet, the room is red. Baby, can we go to bed? And I know, I don't think we could be together. And I know, I shouldn't say we could...

Sliding down the windshield of my car, To catch a wiper and be tossed aside, to soak into The street. Followed by another countless pour of rain, I swear I could watch it fall all over me, from my Head down to my...

We heard the rumble of a faint explosion. Sending waves that tremble underground. It was the sound of a new decision. We are debris of a system going down. All we wanted was, All we needed was, In their hands...

Navigated into my own hole, I've got a stunning view Of all I can't control. It's insulated but the walls are cold. One foot on the ground. One eye on the door. Yeah, I thought that I was strong. Just give me...

This place is growing old, Weathering, aging. Seasons flicker by. It gives the theatre light to show a film, the memoir of a boy. Note the movie score: Pieced together with glue and rubber bands, Edited, and...

Have we been falling down the hill? Laughing far too hard to notice? Have we forgotten who we are? Submitting to what life makes us... In a time of apathy, you authorized a massacre. Carried out within your body,...

Our home is made of styrofoam. We speak right through the walls. Our floor is made of red wine stains. It makes me want to sing. Our home is made of styrofoam. Their laughter stains the halls. Greyish blue and...

Tip of the iceberg setting free it's greater half, Strange how the heat can rip apart the frozen mass. Spinning slow in the water. Edge of an unforgiving sea sets the pace. Cruel how it sends the two of them...

We are the young men, we are the desperation. We are a nervous wreck, we are the anxiety. We are the broken coin, the begging boys at your door. Call me the wasted time, the aging adolescence. Call me a bad sign of...