| Song | Newspaper Sky |
| Artist | Goodtime Boys |
| Album | Rain |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| So much has tainted now a constant’s lost | |
| So much has shook me to the core and broken my trust | |
| I’ve got no regrets, just days I wish I could forget | |
| I beg each day these thoughts stay to set me free | |
| Today is Father’s Day but not for me | |
| Growing new colours in your old eyes | |
| Newspaper grey to match the granite skyline | |
| Just one more song and then I’m done | |
| Done asking why, done wasting time | |
| Done with comfort in old lies | |
| This a cruel world but for now this world is mine | |
| How should I know where you’ll go? | |
| Ripped apart and left wide open without the tearing of flesh | |
| Drained of everything and still denied a graceful death | |
| Teeth clenched I sit and spit and through the wheezing of my chest | |
| My thoughts repeat until I sleep “there’s nothing left” |
| So much has tainted now a constant' s lost | |
| So much has shook me to the core and broken my trust | |
| I' ve got no regrets, just days I wish I could forget | |
| I beg each day these thoughts stay to set me free | |
| Today is Father' s Day but not for me | |
| Growing new colours in your old eyes | |
| Newspaper grey to match the granite skyline | |
| Just one more song and then I' m done | |
| Done asking why, done wasting time | |
| Done with comfort in old lies | |
| This a cruel world but for now this world is mine | |
| How should I know where you' ll go? | |
| Ripped apart and left wide open without the tearing of flesh | |
| Drained of everything and still denied a graceful death | |
| Teeth clenched I sit and spit and through the wheezing of my chest | |
| My thoughts repeat until I sleep " there' s nothing left" |
| So much has tainted now a constant' s lost | |
| So much has shook me to the core and broken my trust | |
| I' ve got no regrets, just days I wish I could forget | |
| I beg each day these thoughts stay to set me free | |
| Today is Father' s Day but not for me | |
| Growing new colours in your old eyes | |
| Newspaper grey to match the granite skyline | |
| Just one more song and then I' m done | |
| Done asking why, done wasting time | |
| Done with comfort in old lies | |
| This a cruel world but for now this world is mine | |
| How should I know where you' ll go? | |
| Ripped apart and left wide open without the tearing of flesh | |
| Drained of everything and still denied a graceful death | |
| Teeth clenched I sit and spit and through the wheezing of my chest | |
| My thoughts repeat until I sleep " there' s nothing left" |