There are stories in the soil, loose leaves cover the ground There's volumes in the forest, no one reads out loud If I could take them down off of that
The kitchen is cold But the coffee is warm And the suns coming up The day has just begun And your already bored Bored of cheering me up Bored of calming
like someone else But it's still you, so there's nothing you can do Like a bad habit, the one you couldn't kick, there it always is And it's nothing
: the kitchen is cold but the coffee is warm and the suns coming up the day has just begun and your already bored. bored of cheering me up bored of
: there are stories in the soil, loose leaves cover the ground there's volumes in the forest, no one reads out loud if i could take them down off of
was a small mistake. Sometimes that is all it takes. Now I'm staring at my wrist, hoping that the timing is right. When the planets will align. There
someone else But it's still you, so there's nothing you can do Like a bad habit, the one you couldn't kick, there it always is And it's nothing that
there are stories in the soil, loose leaves cover the ground there's volumes in the forest, no one reads out loud if i could take them down off of that
the kitchen is cold but the coffee is warm and the suns coming up the day has just begun and your already bored. bored of cheering me up bored of calming
many fights But lost at love While the story teller speaks A door within the fire creaks Suddenly flies open And a girl is standing there Eyes alight
Is this how you made it, or is this sickness out of control Is the beginning of the end right now? Let me know Do the saved souls travel the road of the
, I'm scared But in the bright lights we fade Into the rear view mirror This is the last attempt at a mere goodbye It's just beginning, does this story
attention you could see the sorrow in her eyes Walking around in the only real hell No one would ever think she'd have such a story to tell Afraid to
by the fire I'll tell you stories that lie beyond our reality So close your eyes my friend, and I shall take you there you'll see Because I can gice
valley of the dollar, we rejoice For plastic is the currency of choice And beauty born is strictly for the birds Your cash is fine but credit is preferred
our eyes find a way, make all realize the end is near so tie the rope we need a miracle, it's our only hope But I believe that there still is a little