I Would Set Myself On Fire For You piosenki

stephen: remember that you're in love. and the sun only rises when you stretch yourself forever west. when fingertips curl to parallel jawlines, remember you're in love. (you'll never find my fingerprint on the flame, dear darling god) justin: i am not ashame...

Colorfully black and white, rigid and whispered; blind to me are tears unfed and time means nothing to me. untoucable, unspeakably gone, yes i am empty. where history and memories meet i find confusion, glaze simple my dying light and all that's left is beauty...

stephen: "cut me down and count the rings inside." we are going nowhere. justin: day after day, hopes not in vain. until we could set the past on fire, to wipe the flames from your face, blood and spirit. now brothers complete 

A good name pitched into the soil. Tear the land with the shovel, with the spade, with the towel, with the hand, and cache this crown in a mount of wet winter earth. A sole display for our troubles endured. Neither stone, nor post, nor flower shall serve o...

we cant keep ourselves still our minds are so far away, from here. as we dig our toes in the sand, and our bodies touch the cold sea. see, thats when we say 'this is our home', so take those family portraits off the walls. cause thats not who we are. we...

stephen: whats the password? whats the password? error; invalid; system failure. when i get my hands on them.. oh just you wait and you'll see... "give me one reason to trust you" she said, and i replied "i can not for i have none" and she cried. "then giv...

11.1 A Funeral, A Lantern: To guide us, And this Body across the river. "He floats like driftwood." "He'll tote behind us." All around, the Patiently Waiting. Their lips whispering, whispering. And in their breath the lamplight dances. Flickering, Flic...

Justin: [1] If my younger self could see what I've become it would break his heart and he would say to me, "but someday when I grow up, I'll be somebody you'll see and no one can take that from me." [2] And we always said this wouldn't be us. And we always s...

Justin: [1] If my younger self could see what I've become it would break his heart and he would say to me, "but someday when I grow up, I'll be somebody you'll see and no one can take that from me." [2] And we always said this wouldn't be us. And we always s...

well pick up and giddy-up sing the song of the western walk, of trailblazers crossing the mountain rock. and if i head west, i guess this is my sacrifice- my gift to myself. along the way, on these banks, i leave you.. Oh, i will leave you. cause I've...

i wish you could see yourself standing there now. so tall so proud so bold. do you recognize those footprints in the sand? they have always been your own/ its beautiful. so whats another day to spend away from her and die a little more inside? its just anoth...

Lindsey: Questioning it all. To look is to gaze upon a soul that has no meaing. Forgive me, is something that you'll never do. Soulless bitter raptured by your pain. Shattered fragments reflect upon your face. Tortured thrown apart. To pick up the pieces of so...

we cant keep ourselves still our minds are so far away, from here. as we dig our toes in the sand, and our bodies touch the cold sea. see, thats when we say 'this is our home', so take those family portraits off the walls. cause thats not who we are. we...

someone should tell you, the bridges most often travelled are the soonest to collapse. and whether structural or hereditary, those same bridges, once fallen or falling, take many down with them. and that every Casagemas must eventually say "ive had enough of t...

I tried to understand you, but I can't. I wish you could see yourself standing there now: so tall, so proud, and so bold. Do you recognize these footprints in the sand? They have always been your own. It was beautiful when I walked outside and realized...

12.1 No, well not patiently serenade and await the coming of all that is ours for the taking. No come-hither cooing from our lips escapes; no soft, whispered wherefore-art-thou poetry. Well accent our lives! This trials so desperate and dire. So hackneyed, he...