B.S.E.You and I
We mess up and survive
When we feel like we're falling
Let's dive
Is it possible
Is it magical
Is it natural
Blown MindedHow did I get to here?
A random chain of events
Or chemical and elements
Conspiring, divining
From the star I've been pulled apart
By weightless love
And the heavy hearts
Cover Your TracksBlood sun winter, shut my eyes
The end has come and gone
Witness to humanity
And how it was undone
I've always said I'd have it all
If I could be unborn
I'd rather be a wild bird
And I'd rather be a thorn
FirestruckI'm firestruck
I've left all we had alone
And I owe you more
The wound I gave is the price I've paid
I can't help but ignite a love
A love, a love
I'm firestruck
Hard to TellFor you I am gangster
A poison in a well
A body worn from fighting wars
It may be hard to tell
I was a girl of blush and vigour
And my youth I left with summer
Lazy Religion forget what I came
to see you for
and what it was
that I wanted to say
I know, I know
if you chase
after your mind
Outside the CityFrom where I live
You know, it seems to me
That here is there
and there is here
Sometimes I'm blind
with cinq-a-sept and take out
lose ourselves
Pretty BoyWhen we were lost
We found each other
And headed sightless for the sea.
We had no way
Misfit and stray
Living beyond both muse and pity.
Swing Your Heartachewe do not believe that love is free
cause anything worth fighting for doesn't come for free
we believe in time that you will see
how a war might save us
how a war might save us
we believe in time that you will see
the institutions of the world will only serve to enslave us.
The Alchemy Between UsAmid the cold lines of the city
lay down your head
To quiet all the sadness
To feel what's possible instead
your Grace
I think I found the perfect way
To explain it
Wailing Walldialed your number
you blocked my call
your back is my wailing wall
empty the bottle
mourn the loss
devotion no matter what the cost
We Have EverythingOh spare me today
I've had enough of the hurry hurry
Just let the day rise easy
And take over
We're swimming and I keep going under
Had enough of the fog, sheets, and thunder
Can't we begin being bored and breezy
Youth Is Wasted on the YoungSmoke-ring afternoon
The sun in a sling
Spinning
All come to meet her
On the record player
Soundtracked suffering
These were the days
Of catapulting