Paroles de Missing No.
The sun was risingIn front of my eyes
As I drove up 95
Slapping my face to keep from swerving
I should have never left
On my way to learn a lesson
Was it for the best?
The wind was cold
But your hand, it kept mine warm
A broken Polaroid
The calm before the storm
The way you bore a cave
In the mind I call my home
Like waterfalls deep underneath that Tennessee limestone
I took your picture and kept it saved
A candid portrait of a memory you hate
We are built from our mistakes
When every time I cross your brain
Feels out of place
Resentment for something I made known
You hate the taste made by my name
When it's placed at the edge of your tongue
When you see my face I'm brain dead
Well, I've accepted that somehow my screws came loose
I should have never left
When every time I cross your brain
Feels out of place
Resentment for something I made known
You hate the taste made by my name
When it's placed at the edge of your tongue
When you see my face
Was it for the best?
The wind was cold
But your hand, it kept mine warm
A broken Polaroid
The calm before the storm
The way you bore a cave
In the mind I call my home
Like waterfalls deep underneath that Tennessee limestone
I took your picture and kept it saved
A candid portrait of a memory you hate
We are built from our mistakes
When every time I cross your brain
Feels out of place
Resentment for something I made known
You hate the taste made by my name
When it's placed at the edge of your tongue
When you see my face I'm brain dead
Well, I've accepted that somehow my screws came loose
I should have never left
When every time I cross your brain
Feels out of place
Resentment for something I made known
You hate the taste made by my name
When it's placed at the edge of your tongue
When you see my face
