Passed out in your yard My clothes were soaking in the morning rain My head's just a bruise, like walking in a coma Like a battered drone All my limbs are numb
I've been driving past your house Been pounding at your door I know I'm just a peon to you But I deserve more Than arrogance Condolences My hearts are on the sleeves of my shirts scattered over your lawn And the morning dew... kissed them
Drunk on Bastille Day Throwing pennies at the broken birds Scribbling plans on napkins A sketch of broken angel wings under your bed My bandages
Stumbled over to your house I'll sneak in the back door I know I've been an asshole to you, but that was before The argument, the accident Well, I've heard it's just a matter of time before the hour is spent And my hour is spent I can't afford it this time I can't afford this time I can't afford this time I can't afford it...
The hour has come for retribution I'm storming the walls down I'm storming the walls down The hour has come for retribution I'm storming the walls down I'm storming the walls down Before this night's done, the wounds will be gone I'm storming the walls down I'm storming the walls down Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
