The Narrative все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

So tell me, if you're ready
then why are your palms sweaty?
Grab tight, your knuckles white
wind up and swing with all your might

All that will be hanging, by days spent in the dark.
Have you had enough, have you had enough?
you build yourself a house, a house that’s not a home.

Stop I let you get the best of me
now i can't leave
my head hung low with no where to go so i follow you
c'mon c'mon you know you lead me on when all i want is to be there next to you

So don't kiss me good bye
nooo, don't apologize
if you're wrong then just make it right, make it slow

Lazy days; you're the only thing they waste away.
You're so afraid of all the problems we've been faking.
And You were wondering where I've gone
when you want me to make your heart sing..
The boys are slowly chasing on but they can't guarantee the whole thing.

And when you cry, the eyeliner will slip beneath your eyes to catch your breath.
Brush off your cheek, still aching as your hands whip at your sides, caress your dress.

Waiting in line,
passing the time reading four month old magazines.
The pale walls given life by the florescent lights,
exposing stains in the carpeting.

And sitting at my side this mockery of life:
a plastic plant strictly for tasteless decor.
No one makes a sound