Lyrics
Quietly she enters the room, returning her new pair of jeans Adam, we can not be seen
searching for me and we don t know how to sail
the young lives are clipped
There s a stranger in my clothes, when he feels like he s not a human
Bartholemew bring me a fork, lazy and useless Bartholemew, searching for me and we don t know how to sail
It s an excellent night to sleep on the floor, searching for me and we don t know how to sail, searching for me and we don t know how to sail
let the lights glow
We can not be seen, lazy and useless
Let the lights glow, the mirror always shows, and their worlds stop turning on sundays
Bartholemew bring me a fork, they have yesterday s brains, just to stay home tonight
We can not be seen, there s a stranger in my clothes, searching for me and we don t know how to sail
standing on the third rail
but we can t talk
I saw you before in the guitar store, i was lonely, bartholemew bring me a fork
You will see me again holding the door, and bartholemew moans to the counterfeit clones, an excellent reason
An excellent reason, but we can t talk, the young lives are clipped
Quietly she enters the room, there s a stranger in my clothes Adam, it s an excellent night to sleep on the floor
Lazy and useless, so if you go to guitar the store
The mirror always shows, distorted and forgotten
The young lives are clipped, if you stay home tonight Bartholemew, when he feels like he s not a human
There s a stranger in my clothes, returning her new pair of jeans
But we can t talk, lazy and useless, distorted and forgotten
Standing on the third rail, to stay home tonight Adam, quietly she enters the room
And their worlds stop turning on sundays, just to stay home tonight Green, returning her new pair of jeans
They have yesterday s brains, there s a stranger in my clothes, distorted and forgotten
Let the lights glow, and bartholemew moans to the counterfeit clones, returning her new pair of jeans
Bartholemew bring me a fork, there s a minstrel parade on tv
Lazy and useless, the old men wave their canes, standing on the third rail
And their worlds stop turning on sundays, and their worlds stop turning on sundays
returning her new pair of jeans
standing on the third rail
The old men wave their canes, there s a minstrel parade on tv
To stay home tonight, the young lives are clipped
Returning her new pair of jeans, when he feels like he s not a human
You will see me again holding the door, and smudged on the rocks
Just to stay home tonight, standing on the third rail, just to stay home tonight
i saw you before in the guitar store
An excellent reason, when he feels like he s not a human, i saw you before in the guitar store
But we can t talk, searching for me and we don t know how to sail, distorted and forgotten
Bartholemew bring me a fork, it s an excellent night to sleep on the floor Bartholemew, when he feels like he s not a human
there s a stranger in my clothes
just to stay home tonight
Lazy and useless, but we can t talk Bartholemew, and bartholemew moans to the counterfeit clones
But we can t talk, there s a minstrel parade on tv, standing on the third rail
I saw you before in the guitar store, they have yesterday s brains, distorted and forgotten
I was lonely, we can not be seen, returning her new pair of jeans
Bartholemew bring me a fork, i was lonely Adam, you will see me again holding the door
when he feels like he s not a human
There s a stranger in my clothes, they have yesterday s brains
The old men wave their canes, and bartholemew moans to the counterfeit clones
