Post by Laura on Apr 1, 2006 16:23:16 GMT -6
with crowded mountains I find you in the snow
counting sheep to fall asleep when you have the sound of crashing
waves upon a liar's bed
ticking clock dancing in circles like a top on your night stand
I hear the whispers,
they speak to quiver
- and take that axe
and throw me in the river,
we're all in twos, a pair of shivers.
the boots are climbing all alone with no feet to fill
red linings for strings holding up clouds to feel like some sort of spring
no music plays
a trumpet boy is a lonely boy shadowed by a showered man
believe me when I say love is unappreciated here
your tiny little teardrops all slipping down your cheek
shaped like a madman on escape
priviledges worn thin by doors without locks and alarm clocks
shoot them down,
oh just shoot them all down
they're wreckless endangerment of no encourgement
unfortunate wired clowns with frowns
and we're laughing with them somewhere.
in the cracks of the dirt your smile lurks
tracing violet petals on a yellow rose to colour your world moreso
it's heavy to eat
we're all lying, liars, leeches just living off the limbs of others
I hear the whispers,
they speak to quiver
- and take that axe
and throw me in the river,
we're all in twos, a pair of shivers.
counting sheep to fall asleep when you have the sound of crashing
waves upon a liar's bed
ticking clock dancing in circles like a top on your night stand
I hear the whispers,
they speak to quiver
- and take that axe
and throw me in the river,
we're all in twos, a pair of shivers.
the boots are climbing all alone with no feet to fill
red linings for strings holding up clouds to feel like some sort of spring
no music plays
a trumpet boy is a lonely boy shadowed by a showered man
believe me when I say love is unappreciated here
your tiny little teardrops all slipping down your cheek
shaped like a madman on escape
priviledges worn thin by doors without locks and alarm clocks
shoot them down,
oh just shoot them all down
they're wreckless endangerment of no encourgement
unfortunate wired clowns with frowns
and we're laughing with them somewhere.
in the cracks of the dirt your smile lurks
tracing violet petals on a yellow rose to colour your world moreso
it's heavy to eat
we're all lying, liars, leeches just living off the limbs of others
I hear the whispers,
they speak to quiver
- and take that axe
and throw me in the river,
we're all in twos, a pair of shivers.
Wondeful job Laura!