lyrics
Say happy birthday and take a swing at the king
We line up on the roof and play music for the clouds
Cloud king everything must mean something different
We see the future with our shared electric eyes.
Sing happy birthday
Sing happy birthday
We line up on the roof and play music for the clouds
We’re funeral buddies playing pretend
We’re funeral buddies playing pretend
We’re funeral buddies and this is our song.
Inspiration from a time gone by
Intuition that it’s In my bones
That I’ve lived in the static
These are not my times
That I’ve lived as the ghost
These are not my hands
This is not my voice
I resisted you like you fell for me
You ask the question but the question appears bored
Old songs to sing / new songs to sing
It’s so, so RAD
It’s so, so RAD
It’s all so sad it went this way
The torture of the truth now living in your dome
All the pains of putting up walls around your phycho paths
Nothing ever worked out, nothing ever failed
How you hoped and planned it would
The new moral of the order in this world is cold.
credits
from
FIGHT,
released June 29, 2011
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