Let's call this the quiet city: Where screams are felt as a wave of stoplights Drive through the the streets as gunshots punctuate the night The sides we take divide us from our faith And the mourning dove gets caught in the telephone wire
Asleep you set the fire in your own house And the night was a knife that cut And I'm paralyzed
Cross out the eyes Blur all the lines Tearing this canvas from the wall We crossed out the eyes Put lines through these cries We pulled all the leaves from the trees that fall
A silent dance that we did into this hospital bed Hear voices from another room "It happens all the time" But July in the sand Then the leaves that fall And counting down our days to live.... Drain the blood from this valentine.
"We can rise on the wings of the dove See blue skies getting caught in the trail of all this smoke We can rise like candles in the dark your always" and an envelope marked with your new address
It was the first time face to face I'm crossing the line Talking to the other side of death Hearing the words that choke memories into flatlines I'm calling your name hoping for something to wash these dreams of you away
Our fence was blown down in a winter storm and this field stretched out of this world into the sound of a trace of blood in a love song What can we do to put a stop to the coming white days I'm hoping the snow will push these dreams of you away Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
