Tekster:
Kind Of Like Spitting Bridges Worth Burning

We like the music with the vocals mixed low, we speak of songs as if no one else knows, so unoriginal our m.o. until something better happens, until

I see your hands full, I watch you grow old, how many smiles have you been faking, from what I'm told you'd like to see a coffin fold, there is no sympathy

Hands down I know that there is hope just spend this time alone, I wrote this down it must be true. There's no release we can't provide, we understand

do you really have to feel like you just won something? Do you really have to feel like you just won something? Do you really have to feel like you just

you at the same time. I am righteous in my anger! All I have to give you is my lower self, I will sing of how we made love like strangers, and all I have

promised but the sentiment ends there, All the Capricorn reactions, in the river up to my knees, hundred little baby fishes, with baby bottle mouths to feed, and crooners crawl themselves like

her at all. Its not over by any means, but you cant do anything. I know it feels like shunning family, but some bridges are worth burning. Let i