It was a long time ago I have learned not to show But I can still hear you laughing I won't come as a friend I'll never be, so I won't pretend You will
Sitting around, keeping score On a little notepad past bedtime, yeah Vowed that I'd wait three days to call I'm already two ahead, is that alright? Is
Perfection, We cannot live as prophets We cannot sleep tonight Given life's breath Everyday's a privilege Nipping at our heels Attempting to lead us
A new age dawns before my eyes, I can feel the ars divine With the sun above we'll build our holy land What a sight to see a future yet to come Now we
Methinks I see a host of craft Spreading their sails alee Down the Humber they do glide All bound for the Northern Sea Me thinks I see on each small craft
even as a friend you manage to lodge a knife between my shoulder blades. i have no more need for these photos. i have betrayal and viciousness to remind
You think you know You think you know how to score
Quietus by Epica The culprit, you act before thinking Caught in your ignorant sin And lying to your own reflection, you thought you could hide Deprived
I better rest my eyes 'cause I am growing weary of This point you've been trying to make So rather than imply, why don't you just verbalize All the things
Fear can drive stick and it's taking me down this road A road down which I swore I'd never go And here I sit, thinking of God knows what Afraid to admit
I was going to spell it out in full detail but I dropped the call before I spilled my guts But your floor stayed clean like my conscience will be 'Cause
I can smell the death on the sheets Covering me I can't believe this is the end But this is my deathbed I lie here alone If I close my eyes tonight I
Oh yes, I know this tension that you speak of We're in the palm of a hand, making a fist It'd be best for one of us to speak up But we prefer to pretend
I've dug up miles and miles of sand Searching for something I can't see I've just got bruised and battered hands And a brand new void inside of me Complete
I made a habit of never making promises That aren't easy to keep And there you have it but now I'm making one That is to keep you here with me 'Cause
No one told me the right way The right way to go about this So I'll figure it out for myself 'Cause how much is too much to give you? Well, I may never
We should get jerseys 'cause we make a good team But yours would look better than mine 'cause you're out of my league And I know that it's so cliched
I just wasted ten seconds of your life