Тексты песен «Patrick Park»

I see you driving away On some holiday Just to leave it all behind Because his wheels turn You dont feel the burn Of the things that you carried inside You've been sharpening those blades For too many days You're tired...

[Verse 1] I see you on the avenue Where you know them and they know you Down so low theres nowhere left to fall And I watch you bend like twigs against the changing of the times And whither under weight that weighs upon...

Please don't fall, On me Oh Lord, In a fist of fire, ash and stone. As the whole world sleeps, On gold & silver sheets, I'm picking up my bombs to make it known. To anyone who stands, Ten times taller than a man, With...

December was just too sad, For her to call a home. Even with starry nights And painted country roads. There was nothing I could do for her That I hadn't done, And my desperation eyes showed More than I think they...

We're blessed We are loveless We are cold and we are kind We are stressed We are so thankless We are deaf and we are blind We're pained and we're joyless And we're at a fork in the road We go to home to loving families...

Here we are with burning skin Where we've always been And we all collide In the rising tide Then weather in the wind We live our lives Like hands are tied And dead in days of dreaming Embrace the race Of every days

The sun goes down, And you're still here, I'm biting my tongue, And you're bending my ear, But what we have it isn't clear. You know that I go home to my Sleeping missus, And shower her with my lazy kisses. And I can't...

The sun goes down, And you're still here, I'm biting my tongue, And you're bending my ear, But what we have it isn't clear. You know that I go home to my Sleeping missus, And shower her with my lazy kisses. And I can't...

Wake up next to you, honest screw. Because you always go too far. So, you slip slowly out, to sit in the next room And eat your breakfast in the dark. It won't feed your cold and lonely heart Hush, hush before you say...

You say life is a dream where we can't say what we mean Maybe just some roadside scene that we're driving past There's no telling where we'll be in a day or in a week And there's no promises of peace or of happiness...

You're tired of waking up To that big city drum. The bustle of streets Rattle and hum. And the ones who show their colors know You're tired of playing your part. You just want someone to be there When the lights go...

It won't be the same I turned the lights down and Then I hit the ground, And even in the dark, Lonleliness knows my name But these eyes are strong Because you'd never know That anything was wrong. I'll keep you holding...

[Verse] Oh, how I've longed to turn back the years inside Until there's something that makes sense And sweep away all the dust of our opinions So we've got nothing to defend [Chorus] Oh, oh can't you see this world is...

Restless sleep, I dreamed a dream, The other night, Where I rode the back, Of this blackbird in flight, Who took me down, Just to see what I could sow. Another light in this big city glow. When I touched down, I hardly...

I pull up your drive and I lay on the horn. Cling to the bottle that's keeping me warm. Sweet whiskey Jesus I wish I weren't born. You get up to leave and you hear in the dark, Those early evening arrows missing their...

Just take it nice and easy, Don't go looking for a fight, There's talk of revolution, And they're out in force tonight. And down on the street, Where the whole city's, Turning out, singin "we'll overcome", They're met...

You cast off the chains, That tied and bound. You're sick of the talk, And won't carry their crowns. You hollowed the space, Where they darkened the ground. With weary precision, You lowered them down. Oh, preacher,...

That howling wind, it comes Knocking on her door. You know I want her here, But it wants her more. She's a sad-eyed silver skinner, With worn & broken decks. And you can hear her moan, As the main sail sets. She says,...

Here I am, where I've been I've walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin, And my clothes are worn & gritty. And I know ugliness, Now show me something pretty. I was a dumb punk kid with nothing to lose And too much weight...

Hopeless sons of guns, and tired city wives. Will get used to the abuse when the devil tans their hides. Our thin skinned angels have permanent blinders on their eyes. They can't pull the weight, because it's heavy as...