| Song | My Childish Bride |
| Artist | The Airborne Toxic Event |
| Album | Dope Machines |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:15.733] | Have you ever seen a map laid flat, four corners pinned back, all the lines and the legend in black, |
| [00:23.307] | so clear that you feared it was nearly all in your mind? |
| [00:31.315] | And the phrase that fell from her lips left a rip from the top of your shoulders to the point of your hip; |
| [00:38.681] | and the feeling that you get is if God exists he’s really unkind. |
| [00:45.632] | But it’s not what you want to say when you’re losing. |
| [00:51.060] | All the meaning’s lost in the choosing: the right side, the wrong side, the side that’s been winning. |
| [00:58.354] | Forget the words, look back to the beginning. |
| [01:02.149] | My childish bride, Oh how I, miss your face |
| [01:16.581] | Sometimes, I see my life slip by across your face |
| [01:32.493] | There’s an ocean on land. There’s a plan. There’s a plan. |
| [01:36.252] | There’s a fifty-foot tower running power over sand. |
| [01:40.078] | There was a city on a hill. It was a thrill but the lights are all gone. |
| [01:47.754] | Now we stare at each other like a sister to a brother, like a pusher to a shover, |
| [01:53.455] | like a secret to a cover, like a lover to a lover under covers with the stereo on. |
| [02:02.497] | But it’s not what you said to me when you were leaving. |
| [02:07.408] | Oh this mass of bodies, we’re heaving the right way, the wrong way, the way that they taught us. |
| [02:15.167] | Forget your words, remember they got us. |
| [02:19.213] | My childish bride, Oh how I, miss your face |
| [02:33.404] | Sometimes, I see my life slip by across your face |
| [02:49.838] | Tell me are you real? Do you feel? Do you steal these moments you reveal with those eyes that can’t conceal? |
| [02:57.089] | Were you wronged? Was your song just some clever thing that you made up? |
| [03:04.796] | ‘Cause the words are just right and I could listen all night. |
| [03:08.497] | I could whisper. I could bite. I could write. I could write. I could sing. I could cling. |
| [03:14.194] | There’s not a single thing I’d ever give up. |
| [03:19.406] | But it’s not what you meant to me when you were leaving. |
| [03:24.068] | Oh this mass of bodies all heaving the right way, the wrong way, the way that they taught us. |
| [03:31.852] | Forget yourself, remember they bought us. |
| [03:35.808] | My childish bride, Oh how I, miss your face |
| [03:50.304] | Sometimes, I see my life slip by like a taste of death. |
| [04:11.949] |
| [00:15.733] | Have you ever seen a map laid flat, four corners pinned back, all the lines and the legend in black, |
| [00:23.307] | so clear that you feared it was nearly all in your mind? |
| [00:31.315] | And the phrase that fell from her lips left a rip from the top of your shoulders to the point of your hip |
| [00:38.681] | and the feeling that you get is if God exists he' s really unkind. |
| [00:45.632] | But it' s not what you want to say when you' re losing. |
| [00:51.060] | All the meaning' s lost in the choosing: the right side, the wrong side, the side that' s been winning. |
| [00:58.354] | Forget the words, look back to the beginning. |
| [01:02.149] | My childish bride, Oh how I, miss your face |
| [01:16.581] | Sometimes, I see my life slip by across your face |
| [01:32.493] | There' s an ocean on land. There' s a plan. There' s a plan. |
| [01:36.252] | There' s a fiftyfoot tower running power over sand. |
| [01:40.078] | There was a city on a hill. It was a thrill but the lights are all gone. |
| [01:47.754] | Now we stare at each other like a sister to a brother, like a pusher to a shover, |
| [01:53.455] | like a secret to a cover, like a lover to a lover under covers with the stereo on. |
| [02:02.497] | But it' s not what you said to me when you were leaving. |
| [02:07.408] | Oh this mass of bodies, we' re heaving the right way, the wrong way, the way that they taught us. |
| [02:15.167] | Forget your words, remember they got us. |
| [02:19.213] | My childish bride, Oh how I, miss your face |
| [02:33.404] | Sometimes, I see my life slip by across your face |
| [02:49.838] | Tell me are you real? Do you feel? Do you steal these moments you reveal with those eyes that can' t conceal? |
| [02:57.089] | Were you wronged? Was your song just some clever thing that you made up? |
| [03:04.796] | ' Cause the words are just right and I could listen all night. |
| [03:08.497] | I could whisper. I could bite. I could write. I could write. I could sing. I could cling. |
| [03:14.194] | There' s not a single thing I' d ever give up. |
| [03:19.406] | But it' s not what you meant to me when you were leaving. |
| [03:24.068] | Oh this mass of bodies all heaving the right way, the wrong way, the way that they taught us. |
| [03:31.852] | Forget yourself, remember they bought us. |
| [03:35.808] | My childish bride, Oh how I, miss your face |
| [03:50.304] | Sometimes, I see my life slip by like a taste of death. |
| [04:11.949] |
| [00:15.733] | Have you ever seen a map laid flat, four corners pinned back, all the lines and the legend in black, |
| [00:23.307] | so clear that you feared it was nearly all in your mind? |
| [00:31.315] | And the phrase that fell from her lips left a rip from the top of your shoulders to the point of your hip |
| [00:38.681] | and the feeling that you get is if God exists he' s really unkind. |
| [00:45.632] | But it' s not what you want to say when you' re losing. |
| [00:51.060] | All the meaning' s lost in the choosing: the right side, the wrong side, the side that' s been winning. |
| [00:58.354] | Forget the words, look back to the beginning. |
| [01:02.149] | My childish bride, Oh how I, miss your face |
| [01:16.581] | Sometimes, I see my life slip by across your face |
| [01:32.493] | There' s an ocean on land. There' s a plan. There' s a plan. |
| [01:36.252] | There' s a fiftyfoot tower running power over sand. |
| [01:40.078] | There was a city on a hill. It was a thrill but the lights are all gone. |
| [01:47.754] | Now we stare at each other like a sister to a brother, like a pusher to a shover, |
| [01:53.455] | like a secret to a cover, like a lover to a lover under covers with the stereo on. |
| [02:02.497] | But it' s not what you said to me when you were leaving. |
| [02:07.408] | Oh this mass of bodies, we' re heaving the right way, the wrong way, the way that they taught us. |
| [02:15.167] | Forget your words, remember they got us. |
| [02:19.213] | My childish bride, Oh how I, miss your face |
| [02:33.404] | Sometimes, I see my life slip by across your face |
| [02:49.838] | Tell me are you real? Do you feel? Do you steal these moments you reveal with those eyes that can' t conceal? |
| [02:57.089] | Were you wronged? Was your song just some clever thing that you made up? |
| [03:04.796] | ' Cause the words are just right and I could listen all night. |
| [03:08.497] | I could whisper. I could bite. I could write. I could write. I could sing. I could cling. |
| [03:14.194] | There' s not a single thing I' d ever give up. |
| [03:19.406] | But it' s not what you meant to me when you were leaving. |
| [03:24.068] | Oh this mass of bodies all heaving the right way, the wrong way, the way that they taught us. |
| [03:31.852] | Forget yourself, remember they bought us. |
| [03:35.808] | My childish bride, Oh how I, miss your face |
| [03:50.304] | Sometimes, I see my life slip by like a taste of death. |
| [04:11.949] |