Paroles de No Stranger To Worry
Have you heard the myth of menThat predict their own death like a score?
How could one depict such a prophecy from a world so scared?
To think, they picked the one of one million ways to disappear
That's something else,that's something else
Somehow this thought was hanging above my head
For weeks, plus days when I wasn't really me
Infatuated with a dark, looming end
I feared company
I hear sirens all night for miles
And I'm sure we can't die from nothing
I can't be afraid of subtleties out of my control
It's not saying goodbye that makes me toss and turn,
It's the thought that I won't
There's only so much room in our graves,
Only so much that we can take with us
How deep is the plan to take me under after wronging another?
Swinging machines brush my heavy shoulders as they carve into mother
And now a thought is hanging above my head
I will never know
There's an illness about
Bodies all give out I got here okay for someone who was headed somewhere else
This must mean something
This all must mean something
I don't need it all mapped out
But I do wish that I knew where not to dwell
I can't be afraid of subtleties out of my control
It's not saying goodbye that makes me toss and turn,
It's the thought that I won't
There's only so much room in our graves,
Only so much that we can take,take with us
For weeks, plus days when I wasn't really me
Infatuated with a dark, looming end
I feared company
I hear sirens all night for miles
And I'm sure we can't die from nothing
I can't be afraid of subtleties out of my control
It's not saying goodbye that makes me toss and turn,
It's the thought that I won't
There's only so much room in our graves,
Only so much that we can take with us
How deep is the plan to take me under after wronging another?
Swinging machines brush my heavy shoulders as they carve into mother
And now a thought is hanging above my head
I will never know
There's an illness about
Bodies all give out I got here okay for someone who was headed somewhere else
This must mean something
This all must mean something
I don't need it all mapped out
But I do wish that I knew where not to dwell
I can't be afraid of subtleties out of my control
It's not saying goodbye that makes me toss and turn,
It's the thought that I won't
There's only so much room in our graves,
Only so much that we can take,take with us
Paroles powered by LyricFind
