The Flatliners - No Roads / Nicotine Lips (Official Tracks)
The Flatliners - No Roads
Merch: http://riserecords.merchnow.com/catal...
iTunes: http://smarturl.it/inviting-light
She said I can't take this no more. Breathe, one might. But not from these lungs. I've been fitting in the crease. Every hour, a tightened leash. So I say, so I say. Punish me, the guilt and grief. In stale bar light I can see, you're holding a part of me. My "welcome home" to these wandering feet. No road's gonna be missing its last bend before we're home. Truth told, I wouldn't miss it, taking the corner wide on purpose, but it's damn deep in my bones. Sleep for now, things could veer off course. Years come down from eyes to the earth. Now I'm watching the TV in a language I can't speak. 'Cause well, hey, it's worth it to be half a world away and have not left this room all day or night. There's a rhythm to the stillness that I can finally feel, so I say. In stale bar light up until the door's coming down for real, so I say. So I say... No road's gonna be missing its last bend before we're home. Truth told, I wouldn't miss it, taking the corner wide on purpose, but it's damn deep in my bones.
iTunes: http://smarturl.it/inviting-light
She said I can't take this no more. Breathe, one might. But not from these lungs. I've been fitting in the crease. Every hour, a tightened leash. So I say, so I say. Punish me, the guilt and grief. In stale bar light I can see, you're holding a part of me. My "welcome home" to these wandering feet. No road's gonna be missing its last bend before we're home. Truth told, I wouldn't miss it, taking the corner wide on purpose, but it's damn deep in my bones. Sleep for now, things could veer off course. Years come down from eyes to the earth. Now I'm watching the TV in a language I can't speak. 'Cause well, hey, it's worth it to be half a world away and have not left this room all day or night. There's a rhythm to the stillness that I can finally feel, so I say. In stale bar light up until the door's coming down for real, so I say. So I say... No road's gonna be missing its last bend before we're home. Truth told, I wouldn't miss it, taking the corner wide on purpose, but it's damn deep in my bones.
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The Flatliners - Nicotine Lips
Merch: http://riserecords.merchnow.com/catal...
iTunes: http://smarturl.it/inviting-light
Quit trying to fan the flames. Let the embers settle in. 'Cause nothing gold can stay, but you can always spray paint it again. Forever hide the shame of your stiled creativity. Smoke your life down to the filter 'til you're coming close to blowing smoke. So recognice your ghost is running out of rope. Say it now or hold your peace. Feel it bounce around your brain. What makes the suffering sweet is the insurmountable pain. Dried up and obsolete. Your ugly pride can't exactly abstain. Smoke your life down to the filter 'til you're coming close to blowing smoke. So recognize your ghost is running out of rope. Now drop the anchor through the floorboards of your boat and let the crashing waves fill your lungs 'til you choke.
iTunes: http://smarturl.it/inviting-light
Quit trying to fan the flames. Let the embers settle in. 'Cause nothing gold can stay, but you can always spray paint it again. Forever hide the shame of your stiled creativity. Smoke your life down to the filter 'til you're coming close to blowing smoke. So recognice your ghost is running out of rope. Say it now or hold your peace. Feel it bounce around your brain. What makes the suffering sweet is the insurmountable pain. Dried up and obsolete. Your ugly pride can't exactly abstain. Smoke your life down to the filter 'til you're coming close to blowing smoke. So recognize your ghost is running out of rope. Now drop the anchor through the floorboards of your boat and let the crashing waves fill your lungs 'til you choke.
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