Тексты песен «Hot Cross»

It's always hardest to discuss what you should and you're never guiltier than when your intentions are good And we're held together but my arms don't stretch so far anymore and thought the situation taunts and the...

Give me back one last chance to drink from the sky. I'm sick of chasing echoes and fighting a lost cause just to let words fly. Once there was so much left to what was real but these days I'll never bet my hand on the...

Running in circles is the easiest way to lose track of where you're going or where you've been. We can scream for sin or for days about what we lose and what we've won, but in the end you're only as good as what you've...

Spread ourselves thin and wipe away the sweat of working though a thick skin The easiest way to dodge is to ignore Spit back and wait for more Turn the pages of history yellowed, underlined and torn No chance of tracing...

I've learned these years in pulses and rhythms etched into stone by leaving my heart in too many shells before really setting into my own. Take it away. And now I'm going through motions but not moving on, and I'm...

You've done your part taken for granted turned in time...Make this right, I gave up, now give up...Everything we ever wanted stayed the same... Broken bones and cracked skulls feel like sore thumbs and headaches. To the...

Dancing crazed and forgotten; six halls one heart. One million ways to hold onto silhouttes. Ignored by tattered lips, broken calls. It's like you've run out on yourself. Split between death, good fortune and a...

The silence we've found always prouder than the voice you lost. Clawing through words dropped from lips content with a last breath like a heretic. Finding a dream of salvation; a hint of reality too involved for...

The silence we've found always prouder than the voice you lost. Clawing through words dropped from lips content with a last breath like a heretic. Finding a dream of salvation; a hint of reality too involved for...

I'll gladly force my hands through hearts on nights like this when I've talked my way out of time and spent my life sleeping on idle threats. Catch as catch can't. For a target covers more than a few lost hours and some...

Sifting through 3 years 8 months and a handful of dust like shadows falling through a matrix of "wish I hads" And it's much harder to see how much space was taken when your chest pounds with the footsteps of...

Caught cutting through the running tide. Bleeding out; portrayed way past a prime tripping over words and playing tricks on time. Eastern standard time of the dead. Wear clocks round our necks like tombstone. Fuck not...

12 x 12 lives to live...The dimensions of disaster keep this ark afloat with letters posted at the price of pride...And they fail us. Yet flow with the missed chance of one last taste of affection. You have nothing on...

Look ahead with forward eyes, and it all stood still for us. It's either that or run and hide. So still in fact, that our planted feet coasted back towards a circumstance you'd never fathom. I've taken my cue, passed...

You can lead the punks to reason but you can't make them think and lifelong trouble with the burning fists and angry hearts of america's young is a fear of the new and the narrow outdated tunnels they see the world...

These are new days with old stories So let's wash the same denial in similar patterns, Because the emotions have become mere background noise. Please take the apple from your eye. We're blinded by desire. Hey, when...

A rising tide spent drowning in days lost to one heart's final lament. Thrown off like grins known only to the dead. Plastered behind scarlet eyes - Scarlet eyes! Plastered behind scarlet eyes, stinking of tomorrow. I...

What have you become? Just the prettiest picture of a broken face with a third of the appeal and never worth the chase. No sense in steering now, the brakes are out and the search for interests or boy meets girl is the...

I will say this 9 out of 10 times when you trust yourself the inevitable finds you back in the place you've been begging to avoid And when it all comes back to the identical conversations as insignificant as yesterday's...

A blessed hand to cover the cursed mouth born of faith when tiptoeing around flights of fancy informs sonic acrobatics. An esoteric words for what never held true; a complicated rite forcing an answer through. These are...