(Excuse me, have you...) Got a house of cards that they're forcing you to fold While you're traveling the labyrinth you built inside your skull? Call me Holden Caulfield, leave me in the sandbox Trap me in the moment when our fingers first land locked My friends are worried that I've buried my potential Like I'm on my way to thirty at the mercy of a pencil Ever get the feeling that this island stays afloat Because it knows it's gonna sink without the buoyancy of hope? Too many tend to marinate in safe harbors Their only contribution is another grave marker The imminence of night only makes the day harder Never wore the mask of a self-made martyr Aggravated that it never rains anymore Because I need a little wind to face this weather vane north You know? Tortured souls, of course I'm cold I was born in the house of cards I was forced to fold Good foot forward, second next, baby steps Open hand, take it, cause I haven't tied the laces yet
Unsung:
Songs sung in high notes All left to sign Contracts written in bass To replace your lifeline People tend to go their different ways When they break up Or run like mascara in their DNA makeup Close call I almost believed it But leapt before the myths like a runaway phoenix I burst towards the city Left in blinding sunlight to find That it's all designed With the help of an upper hand Sketches in it's notebook I will write my own songs and focus on your sad looks Pause a moment I want to taste the grittiness No bright ideas cause I've been stripped of filament It's all head first on a steam ship Blue waters press upon the viewers Seeming scenic I'm giving ten to one odds That somebody resists But the odds are now doubled Cause nobody existsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
