Тексты песен «Halifax»

If I could make it to my funeral, I'd scan the crowd for you While all the speeches spill my life as suicide I'd buy a ticket from the scalper just to show I hate the system And you soon know I didn't really care at all...

Deep beneath your skin You know this feels so right to you But trust me girl with him you don't know What your getting yourself into Crawl under the sheets With an unfamiliar face It's getting back at me you want It's...

So here's a question, I'll hypnotize you, But will you follow me, Follow all these footsteps I left behind, My hands are shaking, Don't criticize me for being in demand I could pay for your tears, It's in my job...

In this bottle, I'm all dressed up for you. In red, my intensions aren't so good. It may take one miricle, but if you have more I'm sure we could use them. So why do we (why do we), we touch like lovers but live like...

I did everything you did to me to you But I'm out of ammunition So I'll take these words and fire them into your chest Find a new place for them to rest Seize up your insides, tearing your flesh Open up and let them in...

We could have spent the night. We're sitting on the floor, everything was gonna be just fine. Missing you, missing me, a thousand times. Waiting hours for you just to see you. Hear for hours just to hear you scream my...

Call it, an insecurity. The radio's down, your hands are runnin' through my hair. They're runnin' through my hair. And now we'er set for a crash course. And now we're on the verge. We're set for a crash course. And now...

Don't make a gamble on this song. It doesn't apply to you. I'm trying to pull myself together. [Chorus] Believe me; that I believe in you. Don't take this cat's game holy and to my grave. Everyone around me is...

The holly green, the ivy green The prettiest picture you've ever seen Is Christmas On The Party With all of the folks at home It's nice you know, to kiss your beau While cuddling under the mistletoe And Santa Claus, you...

cornered with my back against the wall the lights are dimming by the minute can someone call my other self let them know ill be just fine cornered with my back against the wall the lights are dimming by the minute can...

In the past the empty bottles, see through your sympathy. I'd rather be taking sorry's from the manor of the adam's street. You spit out your words with a terrible stutter, With feelings that a stories like a cheating...

Here I am singing my hopes And dreams of yesterday Today you'll hear My childhood dream come true This could be you Just 2 years ago I was listening To All My Fault and San Dimas Football Rules As time went on and on...

I see her body move in deadly positions Her fingers graze my neck for the last time Her lungs are spilling out What's keeping me alive? What's keeping her alive? Let's see, let's cut of all her long blond hair Listen...

As if your the one to talk Trying to take what you don't have Whatever made you so jealous I'm tired of being quiet I'm sick of writing the songs that make you think that you're so special You never really were that...

I broke into your house last night, I crept in through your window. I was too quiet for you to hear me And as you finished up your dreams you rose to me beside your throat. The choice was yours to make, this was a night...

Quarter past 2 Still heading in Still hasnt effected me in the least 7 'o clock I punch my time card 7 'o clock I punch my time card Another days time slowly goes by 7 'o clock I punch my time card 7 'o clock I punch...

Listen to me cause I'm not faking This time it's real and I can't take it Hold me gently cause I might fall apart There were no bullets so stop searching The cause is you and all your making Stop pretending that you're...

So close yet so far you taste it on the tip of your toungue this bittersweet feeling A falling star by my window pane Reminds me of those songs that i wrote While sitting next to her writing about her Catch our time...

It's second nature for you But its the first to make you my last one The last one in my life The first to make you cry So lets drink this bottle to the very last drop Tell me what you find at the bottom Don't say you...

You taste dead, the sweetness of this bitter love The dullness from the sharpest blade the emptiness inside this crowded room of open ears The smallest monster in your head the worse regret you never said Well I got a...