Song | It All Relates |
Artist | Sharks |
Album | 2011 Warped Tour Compilation |
Thrown into the wind of the drawn out last breath. | |
We don’t waste, we charge straight into death with the risk of never taking it | |
to the end. | |
So proffer something new, I’m willing to learn. | |
Never allow yourself to forget to burn, against and through the darkness. | |
We'd steal, but not to break common trade, but for desire to create | |
and give back what we took in and watch it bloom from the beginning again. | |
I've never liked my voice anyways, and rock n roll needs tragedy | |
So if these bones collide well at least we tried | |
And besides, I could do with some daylight. | |
Christ we're dangled in the sights of nihilist ways. Exhausted from sleeping for days | |
The body gives up but the mind remains, it all relates. | |
So proffer something new, I’m willing to burn. | |
Never allow yourself to forget to run, against and through the darkness. | |
And I’m looking at my artificial desire, guaranteed misery and a heart of fire. | |
But down the bittersweet sensibility and then you'll see what is left for you and me. |
Thrown into the wind of the drawn out last breath. | |
We don' t waste, we charge straight into death with the risk of never taking it | |
to the end. | |
So proffer something new, I' m willing to learn. | |
Never allow yourself to forget to burn, against and through the darkness. | |
We' d steal, but not to break common trade, but for desire to create | |
and give back what we took in and watch it bloom from the beginning again. | |
I' ve never liked my voice anyways, and rock n roll needs tragedy | |
So if these bones collide well at least we tried | |
And besides, I could do with some daylight. | |
Christ we' re dangled in the sights of nihilist ways. Exhausted from sleeping for days | |
The body gives up but the mind remains, it all relates. | |
So proffer something new, I' m willing to burn. | |
Never allow yourself to forget to run, against and through the darkness. | |
And I' m looking at my artificial desire, guaranteed misery and a heart of fire. | |
But down the bittersweet sensibility and then you' ll see what is left for you and me. |