Teksty:
Action Action An Army Of Shapes Between Wars

cause sailing off course I'll be good for you I'll be waiting for the daze, I've got a handful of the antidote I'm working out, I'm by the head of an

wrong Choose your battle of words that rule the world It's in our heads anyway [Incomprehensible] Which shall I be, a warlock or a priest A pagan, Christian or an

Take the needle out, enjoy the drip Fill your head with lies, from your fingertips And you can't swallow all your problems They float, float up to hunt

So try, so try, December you, Even though it seems so hard to do. (ohh) So try, so try, December you, Even though it seems so hard to do. (ohh) So goodbye

And we'll fly away And we'll shine on through Through the summer sky so blue And we'll drift away And we'll stare at the sun While the sound And shapes

might be blessed with amnesia instead Ghost written parade, all the nonsense said, oh yeah The worlds keep on sinning inside my head Your words are an army between wars

to break real soon, who's covering whose eyes? Safety in knowing others lies, pulled by the strings of time. Please read between the lines, a simple compromise between

tear you apart. I am walking but I'm still asleep. Oh my lord, this is blasphemy. Wake me up before I fall too deep. I wish I had an original thought

out lives again, it's another day. Together in a room, where the wall flowers bloom, it's a marigold way. And we'll stare at the sun, while the sound and shapes