The Russian Futurists piosenki

You're a hand written goodbye, A buzzer shot from the good guys That missed the net, the coach says "good try, It's o.k. to lose sometimes" And he means well with what he's saying But we've been losing day out, day in It makes us wonder why we're playin...

I do pop 'cause that's what my heart goes, I don't call it art, no sir That denotes that when I wrote it I had other motives We're never saying what we mean, it's all Silver Screens and lights And new heights of drama comma tension and clenchin' fists Love...

You've got me bitin' nails and sweatin' bullets And I'm your hair trigger, baby pull it 'm sendin' chills right down your spine I can tell You're playing games with me, I know damn well I see you in here nearly every weekend You've got me stumbling, falli...

You said our pen's out of ink, I don't know if it's true, it depends how you think When we died in our sleep no on had time to weep Or make a great big fuss about you or me or us We were left all alone, and they buried our bones In the dirt, in the cold an...

There's this one word, it's called comfort, It's the strangest, most dangerous place I could hide It's a wonder, this cold comfort Hasn't hollowed and swallowed you and I from inside You're my first pint, on the worst nights My gut knots up, my heart burs...

You said your life's a house of cards, and it teeters on the brink On the edges of window ledges, until like a great ship down it sinks Into the sea bed, with sunken gold And words that we said back when You used to think that your life was precious meta...