A rising tide spent drowning in days lost to one
heart's final lament. Thrown off like grins known
only to the dead. Plastered behind scarlet eyes -
Scarlet eyes! Plastered behind scarlet eyes,
stinking of tomorrow. I say that once a letter is
written. it's not so easily sent. Like trying to
find 2 of 3, but settling for one of me instead.
[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/4ol ]It's a hard faith to follow: the constant give
without the take; after the scraping through it's
one less heart to break. A head above water for
the eyes held under a lasting plea for the lost
mind torn asunder. Nothing but fair trades and
farewells, when the present tense reveals a sixth
sense, when you'd die for a word or one less empty
shell.