Tekster: Blue October. History For Sale. Quiet Mind.

A slow strangle, with your feet on the floor
I've got fourteen angels, and we're sleeping alone
in the back of a cave where the rest of us go to feel normal
I call baby up, leave me alone
I'm in pain, but I won't let you band aid my wound
I am mad at a stage where I can't seem to handle my own
(can't even handle my-)

You give me a quiet mind, and I, I love you
You give me a quiet mind, and I, I love you
Until the end
Until the end

Give me strength to be kind to combine all the good things in life that are so hard to find,
but I have and I won't let them go like I do with my friends

my friends
still hearing voices from front, from behind,
they're the reason I choose, when to live, how to die
when to cast, when to reel, when to buy, when to steal, and when to feel for the friends that taught you being inappropriate will
give me a quiet mind, and I, I love you
You give me a quiet mind, and I, I love you
You give me a quiet mind, and I love you
You give me, you give me, I love you
Until the end
Until the end
(humming)