Тексты песен «Make Do And Mend»

What were you waiting for? The desert's not getting any smaller, We're not getting any younger, So hand me a gun, It's on, It's war. I've let the last few years Slip through my fingertips like sand, But with...

I watched the fireworks explode, And from your shoulders I could see a different world. No lies, no hate, no fear, no pain, Just flashes of blue and yellow flame. I smiled, you smiled, but smiles can fade. How am I a...

Tonight I set out On a journey from behind your ears and your neck down Along the sharp curves of your spine. I hear you whispering Like a seashell that is trying to keep the ocean in, Tucked in the sand dunes of your...

I spent my night Sweating through my clothes, And screaming 'til my throat Ached like burning coals. Still it's not right Now that everything I know Gets caught between The gnashing teeth of the hype machine. And so it...

When they ask me whether you mean more to me Than moving pictures on a T.V. screen Am I supposed to say That I was young when you left and you don't keep in touch these days, Or that the bottle had it's say and took you...

On a day, when I'm feeling incomplete, Buried in my bedsheets. Can't pretend, that no matter how I bend, I'm not the square peg in my circle of friends. I'll take whatever comforts I can get. I couldn't tell you what...

For all intensive purposes I'm dead. The alarm clock sets my fate and tonight this place means nothing. Just concrete walls dressed in photographs of people I've never met. These are the things you think about when you...

You know the drill, It's been a hard time for a long time. I wish there was something I could do to make this alright, Soon you'll be fine. I've made share of bad mistakes, But this bad luck's gotta break sometime. No...

We let the years pass and shatter us like glass. We let our ships crash against the banks of our regret. It's not that I can't grasp all of the things we let collapse, I just wonder what's the sense in looking back...

I spent my night sweating through my clothes, And screaming 'til my throat ached like burning coals. Still it's not right now that everything I know Gets caught between the gnashing teeth of the hype machine. End...

I've been following the steam trail of her breath On these winter streets, running from an early death. And she's everything I need, want, and can't have. She's the foreign life I've desperately been clawing at. I'm...

Well I drove by the cemetery wondering, Who will write our eulogies? 'Cause I've been having some trouble lately Believing god is more than winter whistling in these trees. And I've been counting my blessings carefully...

Well I drove by the cemetery wondering, Who will write our eulogies? 'Cause I've been having some trouble lately Believing god is more than winter whistling in these trees. And I've been counting my blessings carefully...

I don't believe in anything worth fighting for, worth dying for. I don't believe the clouds are hiding much more than a reason to downpour. So what would you do if you were me? Give up, forget, and go back to sleep...

There must be perfect words For feeling alone around the people that love you. They hide their concern, And keep their mouths shut while they watch you come unglued. "You are their oldest son! They raised you better to...

Well I've been wading in your waves up to my chin, Sinking slowly deeper as the waves roll in. Losing sight of land, I'm wondering, "How'd I ever trick myself to get back in?" Believe me, there's no harder thing in...

We were kids on that sylvan street where you lived. There were fears, but they were never ours for those years. Like your Grandpa's car broken down by your front door stairs, We were never meant to move, life couldn't...

I don't know who you are, and it's too hard To keep pretending that you're more Than the mark of an old scar That doesn't hurt anymore. And I've grown numb of the fear That everything I've done Was being controlled by...

Believe me when I say That there will always be cold days, But the grass is only greener here if you plant it that way. So you can lock yourself away, Give up, forget, go back to sleep, Or you can realize that there is...

The sun is coming up in the Monday sky, And I could toss and turn until these sheets caught fire. It's an eight-semester game of chance In this lonely room with these empty hands; Eight AM is the last thing on my mind...