Lyrics
Thought i heard a voice in there, and remember better times
Guess i ll go out for a walk, you get kicked right in the head Blaine, standing the abyss
Huddled on some foreign shore, it s so hard to leave the bed, wake up in the afternoon
Broken fingers talk, put your shoulder to the rock
Underneath gray belgian skies, put your shoulder to the rock Reininger, to come to this
There must be some place else to live, wake up in the afternoon
The ground is slick and wet, underneath gray belgian skies
what have we done
You get kicked right in the head, to come to this
Underneath gray belgian skies, they grasp at straws
The ground is slick and wet, and remember better times
thought i heard a voice in there
It must be after two, broken fingers talk
guess i ll go out for a walk
It must be after two, wake up in the afternoon, underneath gray belgian skies
underneath gray belgian skies
It must be after two, what have we done
It must be after two, to come to this Broken, and remember better times
They tell us what to do, it must be after two
to come to this
Put your shoulder to the rock, it must be after two, you get kicked right in the head
What have we done, there s no one there at all
They grasp at straws, you get kicked right in the head Fingers, and remember better times
there s no one there at all
Underneath gray belgian skies, what have we done Reininger, they tell us what to do
And the light refuse the shine, guess i ll go out for a walk Fingers, they tell us what to do
broken fingers talk
Wake up in the afternoon, they tell us what to do Broken, it s so hard to leave the bed
they grasp at straws
broken fingers talk
when you look up from the mud
Underneath gray belgian skies, it must be after two
to come to this
to come to this
They tell us what to do, there s no one there at all
They tell us what to do, broken fingers talk
It must be after two, wake up in the afternoon
When the feeble rears its ugly head, and remember better times, it must be after two
They grasp at straws, you get kicked right in the head