Tekster:
Autopilot Off Make A Sound

drown You wont even make a sound You'll just swallow water down At the bottom you'll find out That it's quiet when you drown And when you drown You'll never even make a sound

Hands up! Don?t you make a sound Shotgun is pointed at me now It just mite blow me away So heres all I have It isn?t much but please All I ask Is let

I was waiting Watching every single move On the wire I cling to And I feel it Like a cold and empty room There was nothing left to lose I know, I know

ahead these roads they bend to one The ties we bind The ones we break The solid ground beneath us shakes What it tears down and what it makes And what

I was drunk sober tarnished and pure All I ever wanted was a little bit more I had eyes that were heavy sickly and sore Blacked out windows and a bolt

eyes... These wounded eyes! These empty spaces, across a bruised skyline The names and faces, I can't erase them from my mind These empty spaces, across a

d come back around I never thought I'd see you again And it took one night when I packed my life And one to take it out again I took a look at a photograph

t fail me now Write it on the walls and read it Until there are no secrets So safe and sound At least for now Time's gonna warn you with a whisper What