A Tragedy In Progress [post hardcore] - Touching Down (2012) | Текст песни

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• A Tragedy In Progress [post hardcore]
• Touching Down (2012)

wheels down, wheels down
waiting for a sign, wishing conclusion
wheels down, wheels down
we fell from the sky, no absolution
one becomes two and here's the truth
it's not me, it's you.
this destruction belongs to you

from this twisted mass of sharp edges and deceit crawls perseverance
i'll carry on and you'll burn from head to feet

fleeting whispers of where you've been
that's all i hear anymore
i hope you've managed a new set of friends
it's a lonely walk to the shore
white picket fences and a career man, empty shells
they sang "happiness is a warm gun"
if so, i've got some bullets for sale

was it all you'd hoped for and more?
a life of excess, that time is short
so domestic, a mess of a girl
this disturbance is what you've asked for

if we ever cross paths again, i'll consider it too soon
it's a hopeless place you're in, you've been replaced with someone new