| Song | Swords and Pens |
| Artist | The Story So Far |
| Album | Under Soil and Dirt |
| [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. |