Тексты песен «Good Life»

send me to bed. my head's drowning out the thick and blurry sounds of horses on the highway. the days are running down and i'm drowning out this overwhelming sad. send me to bed, and tamp out the lamp. in the dark the...

i can see the chill in the air between us. i can feel a winter coming we're frozen in our stares. and we know there's a world outside of these insults and injuries maybe we're just too, afraid to be one. the autumn...

You flipped the sign in your window But, baby, are you really closed? I got nowhere else to run to I sure as hell ain't running home We could crash back at your apartment I'll sleep on the floor Give me just a little...

A Valentine's Day party, I didn't think you'd show. You don't like making entrances alone. You've got a new friend. You've got a new friend. Likes to go to movies. Likes to drink red wine. Sounds familiar, better hold...

I hate it when you say you need me. You don't need me. I hate even worse that I need you. It kills me. When I was young I loved to be by myself, all alone. Now that I'm older Im scared of myself, all alone. So lay with...

What strange and lovely dreams Crashing through the streets Driving off the cliff Smashing on the stones Tossed out to the sea To drift, and sink, and sleep And now my eyes are glued To signs, and railings, and curbs...

The first time that I met her I was throwing up in the ladies room stall. She asked me if I needed anything; I said, a''I think I spilled my drinka'a. And that's how it started (or so I'd like to believe)a' She took me...

In pile of unpaid bills There's a letter sent from Philadelphia In a familiar hand, she hasn't opened it just yet There's no telling what is says Oh darling please, I'm down on one knee So why? Can't I be him, that guy...

he broke his old guitar. he couldn't make it sing. the strings had grown so worn they made his fingers bleed. soon after the event he made an acquaintance whose fingers bled as well, forming scabs that never heal...

Yesterday came and went and I wasn't present The weeks were laid out like pavement Work and drink and sleep, repeat Upon the beaten path I kept on my blinders... Don't need any old reminders No face. No Name. No...

----------------------- Black Out (Track 01) ----------------------- you try too hard for the perfect beginning you're so let down when the beauty starts fading once beaming with confidence now brooding with doubt pack...

You try too hard For the perfect beginning You're so let down When the beauty starts fading Once beaming with confidence Now brooding with doubt Pack those pictures away And black...

You think too much Such terrible endings You drink so much To start the forgetting And you're so mad at yourself But you forget what about When it gets too blue Black...

Monday left it's callus on my feet I tried so to keep up It kept dragging me behind Tuesday lashed it's blisters upon my hands I wish to clench them in defense But the joints wouldn't bend Wednesday cracked it's whip...

Like a butcher that picks on the day's remains Purchased on the TV Lackadaisical, lacking any will to be Anything other than depressing Dear sister I really miss her a lot I kind of think it was working out You said...

You said you're a wreck, you get so upset You said that you'd ruin everything the first chance you get But your chances come day after day as I drunkenly slander your name Is it possible you've become fond of the lushes...

You thought you had it made Like the songs would write themselves But your words ran out of ink And your fingers lost the chords You lay around so bored And you hit the bar at two And you waste your time on girls They...

What you're looking for is never what you find Nothing ever seems to turn out right Still running around still searching all these long indifferent streets For your lover or some cover to protect you from the heat That...

Out a little late aren't you? What's out there I don't give you? Don't I drink and sleep with you? What you want you'll never get- what you want is infinite. You'll never get your fill of it. So again you drink and you...

I'm not an artist, I'm an asshole without a job, Making money off alcohol. Making money off calling myself out, "Look at me! A fraud, a phony!" Entertainer- That's all you'll ever become. You're no artist - you're a...