Song | Sunsetting |
Artist | Pianos Become the Teeth |
Album | The Lack Long After |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Air is all you need | |
Pull your last smoke through me, | |
Come on, inhale, | |
Pull it hard and leave, | |
Well here I am again, | |
We all break in our own way | |
But I don't remember such a bone cold chill on such a spring day, | |
A man's man, the wind through those New York trees, | |
Cursed with oaks for feet, and a heart that wouldn't beat in a torso so small, | |
I should have called more, come up more, | |
Spent more time just sitting with you | |
Because now all I’ve got is old footage to help me bide | |
And it seems that pictures of an old life have helped me to pass mine by | |
I miss every word, every lesson learned, | |
Clear your throat and cough, loosen it up, | |
Well I’ve been sunsetting so damn long | |
And the length of those lies only stretches so far | |
In hell like this, on nights like these | |
I just miss your humor, I just need someone to blame tonight, | |
You know I could never hang in as hard as I could hang on, | |
And here I am again. |
Air is all you need | |
Pull your last smoke through me, | |
Come on, inhale, | |
Pull it hard and leave, | |
Well here I am again, | |
We all break in our own way | |
But I don' t remember such a bone cold chill on such a spring day, | |
A man' s man, the wind through those New York trees, | |
Cursed with oaks for feet, and a heart that wouldn' t beat in a torso so small, | |
I should have called more, come up more, | |
Spent more time just sitting with you | |
Because now all I' ve got is old footage to help me bide | |
And it seems that pictures of an old life have helped me to pass mine by | |
I miss every word, every lesson learned, | |
Clear your throat and cough, loosen it up, | |
Well I' ve been sunsetting so damn long | |
And the length of those lies only stretches so far | |
In hell like this, on nights like these | |
I just miss your humor, I just need someone to blame tonight, | |
You know I could never hang in as hard as I could hang on, | |
And here I am again. |
Air is all you need | |
Pull your last smoke through me, | |
Come on, inhale, | |
Pull it hard and leave, | |
Well here I am again, | |
We all break in our own way | |
But I don' t remember such a bone cold chill on such a spring day, | |
A man' s man, the wind through those New York trees, | |
Cursed with oaks for feet, and a heart that wouldn' t beat in a torso so small, | |
I should have called more, come up more, | |
Spent more time just sitting with you | |
Because now all I' ve got is old footage to help me bide | |
And it seems that pictures of an old life have helped me to pass mine by | |
I miss every word, every lesson learned, | |
Clear your throat and cough, loosen it up, | |
Well I' ve been sunsetting so damn long | |
And the length of those lies only stretches so far | |
In hell like this, on nights like these | |
I just miss your humor, I just need someone to blame tonight, | |
You know I could never hang in as hard as I could hang on, | |
And here I am again. |