- Голоса:
- Композиторы:
- Robert Iii Keeley
- Timothy Charles Payne
- Steven Pedulla
- Geoffrey Rickly
- Thomas Rule
- Жанры:
- Emo
- Rock
- Теги:
- post hardcore
- screamo
- thursday
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Thursday - Текст песни Cross Out The Eyes
Let's call this the quiet city
Where screams are felt as a wave of stoplights
Drive through the streets as gunshots punctuate the night
The sides we take divide us from our faith
And the morning dove gets caught in the telephone wire
Asleep you set the fire in your own house
And the night was a knife that cut
And I'm paralyzed
Cross out the eyes
Blur all the lines
Tearing this canvas from the wall
We crossed out the eyes
Put lines through these cries
We pulled all the leaves from the trees that fall
Trees that fall
Trees that fall
Trees that fall
A silent dance that we did into this hospital bed
Hear voices from another room
It happens all the time
But July in the sand
The leaves fall then
And counting down our days to live
Drain the blood from this Valentine
We can rise on the wings of the dove
See blue skies getting caught in the trail of all this smoke
We can rise like candles in the dark-yours always
And an envelope marked with your new address
Asleep you set the fire in your own house
And the night was a knife that cut
And I'm paralyzed
Thursday - Cross Out The Eyes - http://ru.motolyrics.com/thursday/cross-out-the-eyes-lyrics.html
Cross out the eyes
Blur all the lines
Tearing this canvas from the wall
We crossed out the eyes
Put lines through these cries
We pulled all the leaves from the trees that fall
Cross out the eyes
Blur all the lines
Cries
Cross out the eyes
Blur all the lines
Cries
It was the first time face to face
I'm crossing the line
Talking to the other side of death
Hearing the words that choke memories into flat lines
I'm calling your name hoping
For something to wash these dreams of you away
Till we die
Memories in flat lines
Cross out the eyes when you said all these lies
Cross out the eyes when you said all these lies
Fence was blown down in a winter storm and this field
Cross out the eyes
Stretches out of this world into the sound
A trace of
What can we do put a stop to the coming white days
In a love song
I'm hoping for something to wash these dreams of you away
Stretches out of this world
Lets drive back the dead
Stretches out of this world
Stretches out of this world