Тексты песен «Thursday»

Splintered piece of glass falls, in the seat, gets caught These broken windows, open locks, reminders of the youth we lost In trying so hard to look away from you We followed white lines to the sunset I crash my car...

Splintered piece of glass falls in the seat of gets caught These broken windows, open locks, reminders of the youth we lost In trying so hard to look away from you we followed white lines to the sunset I crash my...

a paper crane, in a dirty drain, trying to dry her wings. The atom split between her lips in the final stage. The chemicals dissolve and the family disappears. She sees her life slip between the cracks in the atomic age...

"Voices On A String" When the sun comes up I can see that you're not here And the whole world stops But the wind-up bird keeps winding up its string And the days go by and you don't come back But I know you will...

Standing on the edge of the Palisades' Cliffs In the shadow of the skyline very far away Like a lightning rod that couldn't pull the storm from me I was 5 years old, my best friend's older brother died He fell from...

We walk alone Till the end of night It's suicide But we will overcome Another life Swinging in the breeze These southern trees Have the strangest fruit Follow the path that's straight and narrow, hand in hand Our...

Mountain ranges Mourning red bay at the bridges Stab up at the coming blue horizon Grey slides loosely off rooftops Lands on the Incan desert ground and dies A flock of little men touch down on the surface of the...

Just ahead I see you winding up And you're dressing this color on the edge of fire Until these tightened strides They march in time again I don't know if I will cut through I don't know if my heart will beat...

Dear friends, we're gathered here To wish it all away in a field of flowers Say vows and count our blessings Too much time selecting All the words to frame the possibilities It's all we'll ever have All we'll ever be...

It's the sigh of a building falling down It's the world spinning us around It's the slip of the surgeon's knife Darker crimes of common existence It's a missile sleeping in the ground It's a camera trying to photograph...