Song | Swords and Pens |
Artist | The Story So Far |
Album | Under Soil and Dirt |
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[00:27.32] | Shovel the coal in this fire ignite and conspire |
[00:37.80] | Still doesn’t mean that I’m not in your head |
[00:42.91] | I’m falling in and out again |
[00:45.11] | Slipped up and cared too much again |
[00:46.72] | |
[00:47.79] | I must wake up move on and mend |
[00:50.01] | Instead of wasting so much time here |
[00:53.01] | Cause I’ve grown up only to hate my own bed |
[00:55.62] | I figure I’ll just sleep when I’m dead |
[00:58.29] | Despite what you heard I know what I said |
[01:00.53] | I understand it was harsh but guess what |
[01:03.02] | I’m falling in and out again |
[01:07.18] | |
[01:19.38] | Put yourself in my place for just one day |
[01:21.56] | Watch all the colors in your spectrum fade grey |
[01:24.00] | More aware than ever that I might never be calm again |
[01:29.05] | It shakes every ****ing bone |
[01:32.35] | Trying to do the right thing on my own |
[01:34.85] | So I let the ink tell you how I come to grips with all of this |
[01:40.37] | |
[01:42.76] | I’m getting too old for this |
[01:45.13] | What do you know, my shoes are my own |
[01:54.00] | Tread the granite till you find some kind of place to call home |
[01:59.39] | Put yourself in my place for just one day |
[02:05.34] | Watch all the colors in your spectrum fade grey |
[02:07.89] | More aware than ever that I might never be calm again |
[02:12.98] | It shakes every ****ing bone |
[02:16.23] | Trying to do the right thing on my own |
[02:18.74] | So I let the ink tell you how I come to grips with all of this |
[02:23.96] | |
[02:31.43] | We’re never gonna be the same again |
[02:33.68] | Bury me I’m not your friend |
[02:36.18] | You have your sword I’ve got my pen |
[02:38.99] | Measuring might is a means to an end |
[02:41.42] | We’re never gonna be the same again |
[02:43.87] | Bury me I’m not your friend |
[02:46.64] | Not broke, just bent. |
[00:27.32] | Shovel the coal in this fire ignite and conspire |
[00:37.80] | Still doesn' t mean that I' m not in your head |
[00:42.91] | I' m falling in and out again |
[00:45.11] | Slipped up and cared too much again |
[00:46.72] | |
[00:47.79] | I must wake up move on and mend |
[00:50.01] | Instead of wasting so much time here |
[00:53.01] | Cause I' ve grown up only to hate my own bed |
[00:55.62] | I figure I' ll just sleep when I' m dead |
[00:58.29] | Despite what you heard I know what I said |
[01:00.53] | I understand it was harsh but guess what |
[01:03.02] | I' m falling in and out again |
[01:07.18] | |
[01:19.38] | Put yourself in my place for just one day |
[01:21.56] | Watch all the colors in your spectrum fade grey |
[01:24.00] | More aware than ever that I might never be calm again |
[01:29.05] | It shakes every ing bone |
[01:32.35] | Trying to do the right thing on my own |
[01:34.85] | So I let the ink tell you how I come to grips with all of this |
[01:40.37] | |
[01:42.76] | I' m getting too old for this |
[01:45.13] | What do you know, my shoes are my own |
[01:54.00] | Tread the granite till you find some kind of place to call home |
[01:59.39] | Put yourself in my place for just one day |
[02:05.34] | Watch all the colors in your spectrum fade grey |
[02:07.89] | More aware than ever that I might never be calm again |
[02:12.98] | It shakes every ing bone |
[02:16.23] | Trying to do the right thing on my own |
[02:18.74] | So I let the ink tell you how I come to grips with all of this |
[02:23.96] | |
[02:31.43] | We' re never gonna be the same again |
[02:33.68] | Bury me I' m not your friend |
[02:36.18] | You have your sword I' ve got my pen |
[02:38.99] | Measuring might is a means to an end |
[02:41.42] | We' re never gonna be the same again |
[02:43.87] | Bury me I' m not your friend |
[02:46.64] | Not broke, just bent. |
[00:27.32] | Shovel the coal in this fire ignite and conspire |
[00:37.80] | Still doesn' t mean that I' m not in your head |
[00:42.91] | I' m falling in and out again |
[00:45.11] | Slipped up and cared too much again |
[00:46.72] | |
[00:47.79] | I must wake up move on and mend |
[00:50.01] | Instead of wasting so much time here |
[00:53.01] | Cause I' ve grown up only to hate my own bed |
[00:55.62] | I figure I' ll just sleep when I' m dead |
[00:58.29] | Despite what you heard I know what I said |
[01:00.53] | I understand it was harsh but guess what |
[01:03.02] | I' m falling in and out again |
[01:07.18] | |
[01:19.38] | Put yourself in my place for just one day |
[01:21.56] | Watch all the colors in your spectrum fade grey |
[01:24.00] | More aware than ever that I might never be calm again |
[01:29.05] | It shakes every ing bone |
[01:32.35] | Trying to do the right thing on my own |
[01:34.85] | So I let the ink tell you how I come to grips with all of this |
[01:40.37] | |
[01:42.76] | I' m getting too old for this |
[01:45.13] | What do you know, my shoes are my own |
[01:54.00] | Tread the granite till you find some kind of place to call home |
[01:59.39] | Put yourself in my place for just one day |
[02:05.34] | Watch all the colors in your spectrum fade grey |
[02:07.89] | More aware than ever that I might never be calm again |
[02:12.98] | It shakes every ing bone |
[02:16.23] | Trying to do the right thing on my own |
[02:18.74] | So I let the ink tell you how I come to grips with all of this |
[02:23.96] | |
[02:31.43] | We' re never gonna be the same again |
[02:33.68] | Bury me I' m not your friend |
[02:36.18] | You have your sword I' ve got my pen |
[02:38.99] | Measuring might is a means to an end |
[02:41.42] | We' re never gonna be the same again |
[02:43.87] | Bury me I' m not your friend |
[02:46.64] | Not broke, just bent. |