songs

Gray skies, knees firmly together
Dreading the day it all comes crashing down

Faking it all until you get it, a bad joke laced with a failure
Never going to make it, never had the qualities you yearn
Greed, a creed of acceptance, like spoonfuls of cinnamon down throats

Dreading days, seeing things
Bray to god to make it right

The light that went out, a chandelier riddled with a cancer
Mundane Brighton skies, to bear such a sad sight is a terrible fate
From me to you, I say, in jest, "a look of the eye is a taste of the tongues
Of those that got it wrong, of mine own"

Dreading nights, feeling thoughts
Bray to god to make it right

A look of the eye, a taste of the tongues
I wept, I wept, caught in a loop
A thought of the eye, the greed of the man
A better tomorrow only comes overmorrow

A look of the eye, a taste of the tongues
I wept, I wept, caught in a loop
A thought of the eye, the greed of the man
I wept, I wept, caught in a loop
A look of the eye, a taste of the tongues
A better tomorrow only comes overmorrow