Tytuł: Faintly Falling Ashes

• Wykonawca: Lawrence Arms
• Wyświetleń: 304

another senseless week of crowded thoughts and crooked teeth
  morning frost and frozen sidewalks
  all those days that burn inside us
  swell up in the silence of snowflakes falling magically
  but the magic fades into the memory
  sleigh bells ringing laughing all the way
  cold hands of winter grasp as i gasp for breath
  is this my last?
  no thoughts of dying no more self loathing for today
  so deck the halls with drunken folly
  swallow resolutions line our stomachs with illusions
  car engines sputtering like these smoke filled dreams
  mistletoes and colored lightbulbs
  and the kiss of winter fades into the memory
  angels singing ... lift me off the ground
  yesterday is frozen in the revery
  tomorrow is melting
  let's raise our glasses to these faintly falling ashes ...