Based on this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n8bPNeelU-w
Let ring:
Quicksand is a coat of arms,
Looseleaf and some liquid fiction.
Last Rites every Friday night,
Am I weaker with the lights on?
Strum:
High tide tight around the neck,
The same song everybody s bleeding.
What makes me so different?
The insides work the same.
You ever fear the dark impressions of your future?
The slightest gravestone whisper?
The stillness of your heart?
I feel it growing dark.
A fever inching deeper,
A fever inching to the core.
I ll kick tomorrow,
Fight back at the pouring rain.
I ll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain.
I ll kick tomorrow,
Fight back at the pouring rain.
I ll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain.
Shorelines all around the world,
Bright lights and some heavy breathing.
Lipstick and the dagger s kiss-
Just a figment of a feeling.
Hands pressed up against the chest,
Holding out for the big connection.
Last lunge never looked so good,
It s a junk show all the way.
As years go crashing by,
I think of all I ve pondered,
So many minutes squandered,
So many things undone.
I ve tried to figure out
How many lives I ve wasted waiting for the perfect time to start.
I ll kick tomorrow,
Fight back at the pouring rain.
I ll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain.
I ll kick tomorrow,
Fight back at the pouring rain.
I ll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain.
Let ring:
I ll kick tomorrow...
I ll send the weak ends...
I ll kick tomorrow...
I ll send the weak ends...
I ll kick tomorrow...
I ll send the weak ends...
I ll kick tomorrow... (fight back at the pouring rain)
I ll send the weak ends... (fight back at the pouring rain)
I ll kick tomorrow,
Fight back at the pouring rain.
I ll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain.
I ll kick tomorrow,
Fight back at the pouring rain.
I ll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain.