Dashboard Confessional - The places you have come to fear the most
Tekst :
Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself,
and covered with a perfect shell,
such a charming beautiful exterior.
This is one time
that you can t fake it hard enough to please everyone or anyone at all.
And the grave that you refuse to leave
the refuge that you ve built to flee
the places you have come to fear the most.
Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself,
and hidden in the public eye.
Such a stellar monument to loneliness.
Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes
and perfect makeup but you re barely scraping by.
Inne utwory
The ghost of a good thing Rapid hope loss For Justin Again i go unnoticed Anyone, anyone So beautiful This bitter pill I do Hey girl Keep watch for the mines Road rules apply Living in your letters This old wound The sharp hint of new tears I need a sure thing Brilliant dance Awake Losowe utwory
Wandering aimlessly through dead filled fields
Rewards are just. who knows what absence yields?
By the golden beauty of dusk
and the sun low in our sky
By the haunting shadows of trees
and graves, mesmerised am I
Searching deep inside trying...
What becomes a legend most
when she s alone in a hotel lobby
What becomes a legend most
some bad champagne and some foreign bottled beer
What becomes a legend most
when the musicians have come and then leave her
What becomes a...
Trouble will find you
No matter where you go
Oh, oh
No matter if you re fast
No matter if you re slow
Oh, oh
The eye of the storm
wanna cry in the morn
Oh, oh
You re fine for a while
But you start
To lose control
He s there in the dark
He s there in my heart
He waits in...
For changing lines
I ve got no time tonight
In these times the wind surpasses the tide
when the wake ups hard to find
dreams make up for your life
This crazy shine it never lets you die
Growing up
We become what we want
Again the moon rises...
Fried pickles, drunk chicken, craw fishing in the creek
Wild turkey, deer jerky tough as tarzan’s feet
Hot women skinny swimmin’, barely belly button deep
Turn muddy river water into sweet, sweet tea
Hayloft lovin’ in the holler behind the house
No doubt about what i love about the south
Loretta lynn, maker’s mark, that’s kentucky...