Invalids - Tiny Coffins | Текст песни

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Back seat, windows up
The motion makes you sick
Forehead leaned against
The coldest pane, collecting as you breathe

The empty overpass, with three more to go, two hours in
And every song was saying it, beating it in, beat it to death
And you decided then that this time was different,
That is was time to finally try it
Even though it never worked before
Even though it’s never gonna work
It’s the best we’ve got, it’s the best chance for us now

And it could not come soon enough
In the back seat on the way home

It wasn’t that we saw it all through cracks of doors,
It’s that they felt it as we watched

Head rush, pounding, blushed and found out, hid all night

If we could work on what we know
If we could stop expecting it
All things we chase even though they’re not ours

The fold in the fabric frays from feeling out its shape
Pressed until it’s gone, if only we could change
The paths in the dark we’ve beaten down before
But never in the light, how it’s really paved
If only we could say what we really meant to say
If only we could listen to it right
If only we could spill it to her just what we were thinking
If only we could say the right thing, if only we could change

The patterns we’ve formed
That never found their way out

Keep it close, safe secret all alone

So you wrote it down and you threw it out
And you wrote it down and you threw it out
And you practiced how you wanted to sound
And you steeled yourself, and your heart was pounding
Up out of your chest and choking, stuffed into your throat
And your fumbled words and your sweaty shirt
And your shaking made it worse, and heard
“Flow, tide, ebb, road, night, sky, sand, home”
And you thought if you tried hard enough
it would work cause it’s different now
The overpass, the empty road, the courage just to say something
If we could just have had more time,
If we could just have had it figured out

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