Тексты песен «Matt Pond Pa»

bargain sight and the clumsy way of thinking was there ever intuition i'm lost thinking of fires to suburban desires tied too tight are the slings for all the sorrows will you wait until tomorrow to tell all of your...

In bare feet in backyards In brown grass and blood A piece of the high life Digs into my heel Give back to the soil to see What can come up from the spring The red of the last light Goes down with your words From...

Orange streetlight picks up when the summer sun goes on tops of buildings red remains it's the differences in light that gets our minds, that gets our minds give waking up for never fading and i walked up to you...

I turned out backwards You turn with me Inside a basement bedroom Descent is seldom clean We'll climb into attics Look down on the streets We stayed up through the seasons Words cannot compete And our silence is...

struck brightly by the winter when the snow falls thick and silent i can only hear you breathing i will follow a set of deep tracks other people all stay hidden as the cars rest under snow drifts so clearly the dark...

Did you go to montreal or hide behind the package store you're hanging out with your old friends with them they knew you'd see the end you're in so much trouble can't hide in your covers it's forgetting that would beat...

And when that white dust fails Life starts drifting off into a shaky heaven To see each day begin, the shadows metal make Now I must know better The night is never lost, there is a way across Mirror lines up clearly...

Spring provides the spring provides reminders through your life when branches scrape your pane they call you out again question light you only see at night stay on the edge of crowds they'll say their secrets loud

i'm telling secrets about the advantages of unawareness i hope embarrassments fade from the eyes of the ones that are sea less i thought you were sleeping i thought you wouldn't mind we turned our amps up high i...

stars and scars are shining upon the snow that's hiding what's underneath and rotten should be forgotten though inside it's warmer the cold is good for keeping all the secrets that slept are better off left sleeping...

We could start tonight, slide back the deadbolts Let the pictures down, they hold no life And if you've got some faith then you are faithful You fall down on your face, you got a face full Oh, we could start tonight,...

sugar house, the roof half-torn private place the snow keeps warm we won't lie down, we won't undress and so much guilt we won't address a kiss is all, a kiss is...

summer (butcher two) saturday night the summer's here under clothes hands disappear buttons slip they've gone stray with them thoughts have gone away too far to see from the back seat where sleeping is the enemy...

Think I push too hard I think that's what you said So why would I want to stay Oh no, no, see all of my mistakes Watch the whole thing coming down But I could never wait To wake up to alarms Before it gets that bad Oh...

No one knows why we were taught to look away There might be something wrong with me There's nothing that I can't believe Are you listening two thousand miles from here? Is the same sky just as clear? Out of the window...

Open up till midnight The butcher waits for someone's desperation That goes beyond control Speaking is an invitation Under fluorescent lights You can't wash out his desire Where bodies are indecent And they are not in...

Call off the crush It started with my arm Across your chest It was enough There is so much That never goes away There is a crush From how our arms can weigh Deep beneath the sheets I see another arm that knows the way...

Maybe live for the dark leaves Shake the floor, the seeds come spinning down All night, let's go all night Through your hair giving me those green eyes Life kills me, oh, life kills me Finally we've found the sweetness...

erasers impress me everyday - they have a way - of forgetting easily morning when your better half - has gone out back - and you can't hide what you see hide the hollows from me what's there, windows holes intact -...

the course of the hand-plow, the magnet, the anchor, the shovel - disheveled so you wonder how about the getting down *how long will it take to be you won't recognize for me the skilled confuser bored you'll breathe...