Letra de Chapter 13: The Hero Appears - The Lawrence Arms
Letra de canci�n de Chapter 13: The Hero Appears de The Lawrence Arms lyrics
The well went dry, the blood thinned out
I scraped through a thousand layers of paint-like years
The secret's in, congested grins sigh
I'm trying to find places to breathe now
If this were a book, I'd call this song the final chapter
And if you read it, you'd be laughing
If it could end right now
The last lines would be
My body jolted in and out of stolen sound waves
The world expands or shrinks on any given Monday
Tuesday evening dyes a room blue
Friday's window has its own view
If this were a book, I'd call this song the final chapter
And if you read it, you'd be laughing
If it could end right now
The last lines would be
"Good friend, how loud do
You want life to shout her
Answers in your ear?"
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Streetlights are streaming by on stiff necks
Connected blurs brand the design of things
Keep on counting them, or maybe hold your breath
I'm trying to exhale you softly
Don't be so vain, I'm not impressed in past tense
I don't do impressions
The blood has dried
(Good friend, how loud do...)
Now I can wash my hands with tears you've cried
(You want life to shout her...)
If you could frame this feeling
(Good friend, how loud do...)
At night, it would whisper to me
(You want life to shout her...)
"Good friend, how loud do
You want life to shout her
Answers in your ear?"
I scraped through a thousand layers of paint-like years
The secret's in, congested grins sigh
I'm trying to find places to breathe now
If this were a book, I'd call this song the final chapter
And if you read it, you'd be laughing
If it could end right now
The last lines would be
My body jolted in and out of stolen sound waves
The world expands or shrinks on any given Monday
Tuesday evening dyes a room blue
Friday's window has its own view
If this were a book, I'd call this song the final chapter
And if you read it, you'd be laughing
If it could end right now
The last lines would be
"Good friend, how loud do
You want life to shout her
Answers in your ear?"
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/chapter-13--the-hero-appears-the-lawrence-arms.php
Streetlights are streaming by on stiff necks
Connected blurs brand the design of things
Keep on counting them, or maybe hold your breath
I'm trying to exhale you softly
Don't be so vain, I'm not impressed in past tense
I don't do impressions
The blood has dried
(Good friend, how loud do...)
Now I can wash my hands with tears you've cried
(You want life to shout her...)
If you could frame this feeling
(Good friend, how loud do...)
At night, it would whisper to me
(You want life to shout her...)
"Good friend, how loud do
You want life to shout her
Answers in your ear?"
