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thursday + cross out the eyes
let's call this the quiet city:
where screams are felt as a wave of stoplights
drive through the streets as gunshots punctuate the night
the sides we take divide us from our faith
and the morning dove gets caught in the telephone wire
asleep you set the fire in your own house
and the night was a knife that cut
and i'm paralyzed
cross out the eyes
blur all the lines
tearing this canvas from the wall
we crossed out the eyes
put lines through these cries
we pulled all the leaves from the trees that fall
a silent dance that we did into this hospital bed
hear voices from another room
"it happens all the time"
but july in the sand
the leaves falling
and counting down our days to live....
drain the blood from this valentine.
"we can rise on the wings of the dove
see blue skies getting caught in the trail of all this smoke
we can rise like candles in the dark-yours always"
and an envelope marked with your new address
it was the first time face to face
i'm crossing the line
talking to the other side of death
hearing the words that choke memories into flatlines
i'm calling your name hoping for something to wash these dreams of you away
(can't we die!)
(memories in flatlines!)
cross out the eyes with a set of these lines
cross out the eyes with a set of these lines!
(cross out the eyes!)
fence was blown down in a winterstorm in this field
(cross out the eyes!)
shut it down on this world into the sound
(i'll trace her!)
what can we do put a stop to the coming white days
(i loved her!)
i'm hoping for something to wash these dreams of you away
(stretches out of this world,
let's drive back the dead.
stretches out of this world.
stretches out of this world)
yellowcard + avondale
f you're gonna rip my heart out
could you use a knife that's dull and rust in color
(once i die) there will be no way that you can cover
that scar
it's hard
i know
and if i get a little blood on you
finally the world will know you're guilty
(know you're wrong) of taking everything you've gotten from me
no heart
it's hard
i know
mighty king of avondale
i just can't let this go
real life ain't no fairy tale
i just thought you should know
when you're finished with the surgery
i really hope that you will turn to me and
tell me all about the fun you had
when you were cuttin' up...
you were cuttin' up
mighty king of avondale
i just can't let this go
real life ain't no fairy tale
i just thought you should know
living like a fairy tale
the mighty king of avondale
it all went to his head this royalty
i stuck a knife into his back
inventiveness is what i lack
he's always hanging up on loyalty
mighty king of avondale
i just can't let this go
(living like a fairy tale
the mighty king of avondale
it all went to his head this royalty)
real life ain't no fairy tale
i just thought you should know
(i stuck a knife into his back
inventiveness is what i lack
he's always hanging up on loyalty)
(you're wrong)
(you're wrong)
in other news, it's taken me about 45 mins to write this. as i just woke up and cannpt type properly.
if there was a backspace counter, id have probably backspaced 3 or 4 times every word :)
the reason i just woke up is, my dad thought i had the day off. which is okay by me, but he was all apologetic when i told him.
then i lost my mode of transport to the funeral on monday. it's okay jess, dad will take me :) you can still go to the memorial thing at school :)
let's call this the quiet city:
where screams are felt as a wave of stoplights
drive through the streets as gunshots punctuate the night
the sides we take divide us from our faith
and the morning dove gets caught in the telephone wire
asleep you set the fire in your own house
and the night was a knife that cut
and i'm paralyzed
cross out the eyes
blur all the lines
tearing this canvas from the wall
we crossed out the eyes
put lines through these cries
we pulled all the leaves from the trees that fall
a silent dance that we did into this hospital bed
hear voices from another room
"it happens all the time"
but july in the sand
the leaves falling
and counting down our days to live....
drain the blood from this valentine.
"we can rise on the wings of the dove
see blue skies getting caught in the trail of all this smoke
we can rise like candles in the dark-yours always"
and an envelope marked with your new address
it was the first time face to face
i'm crossing the line
talking to the other side of death
hearing the words that choke memories into flatlines
i'm calling your name hoping for something to wash these dreams of you away
(can't we die!)
(memories in flatlines!)
cross out the eyes with a set of these lines
cross out the eyes with a set of these lines!
(cross out the eyes!)
fence was blown down in a winterstorm in this field
(cross out the eyes!)
shut it down on this world into the sound
(i'll trace her!)
what can we do put a stop to the coming white days
(i loved her!)
i'm hoping for something to wash these dreams of you away
(stretches out of this world,
let's drive back the dead.
stretches out of this world.
stretches out of this world)
yellowcard + avondale
f you're gonna rip my heart out
could you use a knife that's dull and rust in color
(once i die) there will be no way that you can cover
that scar
it's hard
i know
and if i get a little blood on you
finally the world will know you're guilty
(know you're wrong) of taking everything you've gotten from me
no heart
it's hard
i know
mighty king of avondale
i just can't let this go
real life ain't no fairy tale
i just thought you should know
when you're finished with the surgery
i really hope that you will turn to me and
tell me all about the fun you had
when you were cuttin' up...
you were cuttin' up
mighty king of avondale
i just can't let this go
real life ain't no fairy tale
i just thought you should know
living like a fairy tale
the mighty king of avondale
it all went to his head this royalty
i stuck a knife into his back
inventiveness is what i lack
he's always hanging up on loyalty
mighty king of avondale
i just can't let this go
(living like a fairy tale
the mighty king of avondale
it all went to his head this royalty)
real life ain't no fairy tale
i just thought you should know
(i stuck a knife into his back
inventiveness is what i lack
he's always hanging up on loyalty)
(you're wrong)
(you're wrong)
in other news, it's taken me about 45 mins to write this. as i just woke up and cannpt type properly.
if there was a backspace counter, id have probably backspaced 3 or 4 times every word :)
the reason i just woke up is, my dad thought i had the day off. which is okay by me, but he was all apologetic when i told him.
then i lost my mode of transport to the funeral on monday. it's okay jess, dad will take me :) you can still go to the memorial thing at school :)