Isabella stand a little bit taller.
I don't deserve your tears,
Anymore than you deserve the fears
That I have left you with, dear.
May I bless your every last tear?
"She's just a little girl, she knows nothing of this little game we
Like to play"
So tell the martyrs to wait at the gate.
This is an actual case of the truth.
At least, that's what they call it these days.
So tell your brothers and sisters to wait,
'Cause love is nothing to waste,
And I swore,
Never your heart, shall I break.
Widowed, and a little less faithful,
She let's the sidewalks sympathize
With every step she takes,
Ankles growing weak, dear
May He bless your every last tear?
"She's just a little girl, she knows nothing of this little game we
Like to play"
So tell the martyrs to wait at the gate.
This is an actual case of the truth.
At least, that's what they call it these days.
So tell your brothers and sisters to wait,
'Cause love is nothing to waste,
And I swore,
Never your heart, shall I break.
Isabella, stand a little bit taller.
I am the aisle in the back beside the votive light
Who did this to you dear?
May you never shed a damn tear.
So tell the martyrs to wait at the gate.
This is an actual case of the truth.
At least, that's what they call it these days.
So tell your brothers and sisters to wait,
'Cause love is nothing to waste,
And I swore,
Never your heart, shall I break.
Envy On The Coast - Lucy Gray Album Lyrics
Envy On The Coast - Lucy Gray Lyrics
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Artist And Repertoire
He said,
"Boys...please, dinner's on me tonight."
"I am the host and you're the parasite. This is how we do."
Don't come any nearer.
Armed with nothing but a dotted line and big blue eyes.
Ominous, so ominous of surprise.
I'm not who you thought I was.
So load that barrel boy, and put your horse down.
She can't bear to run.
You're as sleek as the words you speak.
Now yo're riding on the shoulders of the weak.
I know you've got a habit.
"Sir, please, we're laughing at your crooked smile."
"How you've trained those teeth to break my skin."
Armed with nothing but a dotted line and big blue eyes.
So obvious and ominous of surprise.
We're held as hostages, blinded by appendages.
I swore I'd make amends for this.
We'll work as hostages, I'll hide behind appendages.
I swore I'd make amends for this.
Gentlemen,
Your temptress has arrived.
She's perfectly disguised.
In black and white with dollar signs and dotted lines.
With my hands upon her hips...
The notion of a kiss.
The candles lit. I can't commit.
This feather's dipped in ink.
A tattoo that never heals.
She's asking me to
Sign right here.
"Boys...please, dinner's on me tonight."
"I am the host and you're the parasite. This is how we do."
Don't come any nearer.
Armed with nothing but a dotted line and big blue eyes.
Ominous, so ominous of surprise.
I'm not who you thought I was.
So load that barrel boy, and put your horse down.
She can't bear to run.
You're as sleek as the words you speak.
Now yo're riding on the shoulders of the weak.
I know you've got a habit.
"Sir, please, we're laughing at your crooked smile."
"How you've trained those teeth to break my skin."
Armed with nothing but a dotted line and big blue eyes.
So obvious and ominous of surprise.
We're held as hostages, blinded by appendages.
I swore I'd make amends for this.
We'll work as hostages, I'll hide behind appendages.
I swore I'd make amends for this.
Gentlemen,
Your temptress has arrived.
She's perfectly disguised.
In black and white with dollar signs and dotted lines.
With my hands upon her hips...
The notion of a kiss.
The candles lit. I can't commit.
This feather's dipped in ink.
A tattoo that never heals.
She's asking me to
Sign right here.
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The Gift Of Paralysis
Alarming to the senses
As the scent of latex
And blinding white lights greet me
Withered, weak, and weary
His bones are bare and brittle
Can't rid this taste of surgery
Of surgery, accusing me
Of perjury, like surgery correcting me
I'm bouncing in and out of my body
As my eyes roll in rhythm
And they wish to focus
But they can't bear to see
Our eyes are paralyzed
As your legs are canonized
With the water from these seas
To own a heart that's half of yours
These bones are mere accessories
Well these bones are mere accessories
The doctor says he heard me
Stutter as I muttered
A startling repetitious phrase
And under anesthesia
I told him over and over again
This body's yours to keep
And though he promised me
He said he'd do as I please
But I stand before you
Upon these same selfish feet
I'm bouncing in and out of my body
As my eyes roll in rhythm
And they wish to focus
But they can't bear to see
Our eyes are paralyzed
As your legs are canonized
With the water from these seas
To own a heart that's half of yours
These bones are mere accessories
His neck, is shattered by the tides
The ocean prays for his demise
But I swear to you
I watched his heart pump blood into those veins
Throwing punches at ocean waves
And as the tides retreat
I see the smile you see today
To own a heart that's half of yours
These bones are mere accessories
Our eyes are paralyzed
As your legs are canonized
With the water from these seas
To own a heart that's half of yours, yours
These bones are mere accessories
Throwing punches at ocean waves
As the scent of latex
And blinding white lights greet me
Withered, weak, and weary
His bones are bare and brittle
Can't rid this taste of surgery
Of surgery, accusing me
Of perjury, like surgery correcting me
I'm bouncing in and out of my body
As my eyes roll in rhythm
And they wish to focus
But they can't bear to see
Our eyes are paralyzed
As your legs are canonized
With the water from these seas
To own a heart that's half of yours
These bones are mere accessories
Well these bones are mere accessories
The doctor says he heard me
Stutter as I muttered
A startling repetitious phrase
And under anesthesia
I told him over and over again
This body's yours to keep
And though he promised me
He said he'd do as I please
But I stand before you
Upon these same selfish feet
I'm bouncing in and out of my body
As my eyes roll in rhythm
And they wish to focus
But they can't bear to see
Our eyes are paralyzed
As your legs are canonized
With the water from these seas
To own a heart that's half of yours
These bones are mere accessories
His neck, is shattered by the tides
The ocean prays for his demise
But I swear to you
I watched his heart pump blood into those veins
Throwing punches at ocean waves
And as the tides retreat
I see the smile you see today
To own a heart that's half of yours
These bones are mere accessories
Our eyes are paralyzed
As your legs are canonized
With the water from these seas
To own a heart that's half of yours, yours
These bones are mere accessories
Throwing punches at ocean waves
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Tell Them That Shes Not Scared
I'll hold your tears as a ransom
Within the palm of my hand,
And tell you once again,
Don't tell me that you're scared...
Wake, wake, wake her
From this sea of white linens and
Extract the drugs from her dreams
And sew her seams with delicateness,
'Cause beneath her chest sits the heart that I live for,
You'd kill for,
The angels would die for.
And with a subtle wink and a flutter of wings,
They whispered,
They whispered...
I'll hold your tears as a ransom
Within the palm of my hand
And tell you once again
Don't tell me that you're scared
Alert the sawbones,
Tell them that she's not scared.
She's got an army of saints armed with her prayers.
Wake the angels
Tell them that she's not scared
She won't be taking the next flight out of here.
This is only a test, she said,
Broadcasting from hospital beds.
With a relic in her right hand,
She rushes to the front line,
Stricken by the wounds across her chest
The angels swear she's blessed with this medical test
That unlocks the gates to the place that we live for
We die for,
I know that she's bound for.
And with a subtle wink and a mother's instinct.
She whispered,
She whispered...
The angels dressed for the wake
But she sent them home.
With a handful of bullet shells.
Within the palm of my hand,
And tell you once again,
Don't tell me that you're scared...
Wake, wake, wake her
From this sea of white linens and
Extract the drugs from her dreams
And sew her seams with delicateness,
'Cause beneath her chest sits the heart that I live for,
You'd kill for,
The angels would die for.
And with a subtle wink and a flutter of wings,
They whispered,
They whispered...
I'll hold your tears as a ransom
Within the palm of my hand
And tell you once again
Don't tell me that you're scared
Alert the sawbones,
Tell them that she's not scared.
She's got an army of saints armed with her prayers.
Wake the angels
Tell them that she's not scared
She won't be taking the next flight out of here.
This is only a test, she said,
Broadcasting from hospital beds.
With a relic in her right hand,
She rushes to the front line,
Stricken by the wounds across her chest
The angels swear she's blessed with this medical test
That unlocks the gates to the place that we live for
We die for,
I know that she's bound for.
And with a subtle wink and a mother's instinct.
She whispered,
She whispered...
The angels dressed for the wake
But she sent them home.
With a handful of bullet shells.
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(x) Amount Of Truth
Wake all the children from their slumber,
Before they wonder why their dreams have gone to hell.
Wake all the children from their sleep.
Down the staircase we shall creep,
To the basement of this white picket home.
Let's show them where the bad ones go.
For all they know, for all they know,
Their heroes are still untouchable.
What they don't know, what they don't know.
All the preachers and the ministers
Administer those sinister looks.
They teach from a liars cherub
A pulpit mounted on a child's prayer.
Before they wonder why their dreams have gone to hell.
Wake all the children from their sleep.
Down the staircase we shall creep,
To the basement of this white picket home.
Let's show them where the bad ones go.
For all they know, for all they know,
Their heroes are still untouchable.
What they don't know, what they don't know.
All the preachers and the ministers
Administer those sinister looks.
They teach from a liars cherub
A pulpit mounted on a child's prayer.
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Vultures
You'll find the cross only fits,
When your hands and feet are nailed to it.
"Can we get a picture with the pauper,
And another with the prince?"
Ma'am, He's got your daughter wrapped in his fist.
To the boys and girls,
He's alabaster,
But to his brothers, just another bastard.
With a story about a girl; enough to make you sick,
And how she made him king of her gracious hips,
She's found a way to crown his fingertips.
Let's show them where the bad ones go.
Another case of a sheep bearing a broken nose.
Let's show them where the bad ones go.
Color you criminal, paint black lines on your bones.
Wake all the children from their sleep
He's robbing pillow-cased dreams and selling cheap.
What lives below? He wouldn't know.
So let's tell them where the bad ones go...
You curse the tail between your legs;
Blue faced and black jawed,
Your innocent eyes rotted from your bedroom in the night.
A lesson from the learned:
If your skin won't fit,
Don't seal your soul just yet.
If the herd is the temptation that the faithless can't evade,
"We ate all forbidden grapes and retreated to the vineyard,
To the void in which we dwell
With a tortured youth and heartaches we'll sell
I'll be the blood and body if you'll ring that bell."
You'll go down in history
With notebooks, pens, and melodies.
But you're running from all of us.
You're running from all of us.
You're running from all your love.
When your hands and feet are nailed to it.
"Can we get a picture with the pauper,
And another with the prince?"
Ma'am, He's got your daughter wrapped in his fist.
To the boys and girls,
He's alabaster,
But to his brothers, just another bastard.
With a story about a girl; enough to make you sick,
And how she made him king of her gracious hips,
She's found a way to crown his fingertips.
Let's show them where the bad ones go.
Another case of a sheep bearing a broken nose.
Let's show them where the bad ones go.
Color you criminal, paint black lines on your bones.
Wake all the children from their sleep
He's robbing pillow-cased dreams and selling cheap.
What lives below? He wouldn't know.
So let's tell them where the bad ones go...
You curse the tail between your legs;
Blue faced and black jawed,
Your innocent eyes rotted from your bedroom in the night.
A lesson from the learned:
If your skin won't fit,
Don't seal your soul just yet.
If the herd is the temptation that the faithless can't evade,
"We ate all forbidden grapes and retreated to the vineyard,
To the void in which we dwell
With a tortured youth and heartaches we'll sell
I'll be the blood and body if you'll ring that bell."
You'll go down in history
With notebooks, pens, and melodies.
But you're running from all of us.
You're running from all of us.
You're running from all your love.
Writer: RYAN MARTIN, SEAN DANIELSEN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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Mirrors
Dear Miss White
Oh, damn this night
Wouldn't believe how much it snows
In the summer heat
With red iron feet
You'll be nursing a bloody nose
Princess Wrecked
We'll talk in our sleep
But I wouldn't dare to sit too close
I can't be your Prince
Though your secrets are safe
I am the mirror that can't let go
With hair as black as night
Her skin, it is that perfect white
And the red on the bathroom wall
With every breath
And every intake
Tip-toe further away
Further away from his mistakes
I'm no savior; I'm no saint, saint
It's not what you needed anyway
All the cold that you've caught
The bones that you brought
The blood that you've lost
You built your body in the coffin where you sleep
Let this apartment breathe
'Cause its what it needs
I'm suffocating the clock to keep you
I think like a saint
But swing like a thief
And inadvertently leading you
To leave on your wits
And go in your bedroom with hits
Take the red from your eyes
And ink it into your skin
Now watch what you say
Because there's nothing gray
About the color of your skin
With hair as black as night
Her skin, it is that pearly white
And the red on the bathroom wall
With every breath
And every intake
Tip-toe further away
Further away from his mistakes
I'm no savior; I'm no saint, saint
It's not what you needed anyway
All the cold that you've caught
The bones that you brought
The blood that you've lost
You built your body in the coffin where you sleep
With every breath
And every intake
Tip-toe further away
You're bleeding, your bloodshot
Tired mistake
I'm no savior; I'm no saint, saint
You need to see the pieces you've thrown away
All the cold that you've caught
The bones that you brought
The blood that you've lost
Keep your body and the hell away from me
Oh, damn this night
Wouldn't believe how much it snows
In the summer heat
With red iron feet
You'll be nursing a bloody nose
Princess Wrecked
We'll talk in our sleep
But I wouldn't dare to sit too close
I can't be your Prince
Though your secrets are safe
I am the mirror that can't let go
With hair as black as night
Her skin, it is that perfect white
And the red on the bathroom wall
With every breath
And every intake
Tip-toe further away
Further away from his mistakes
I'm no savior; I'm no saint, saint
It's not what you needed anyway
All the cold that you've caught
The bones that you brought
The blood that you've lost
You built your body in the coffin where you sleep
Let this apartment breathe
'Cause its what it needs
I'm suffocating the clock to keep you
I think like a saint
But swing like a thief
And inadvertently leading you
To leave on your wits
And go in your bedroom with hits
Take the red from your eyes
And ink it into your skin
Now watch what you say
Because there's nothing gray
About the color of your skin
With hair as black as night
Her skin, it is that pearly white
And the red on the bathroom wall
With every breath
And every intake
Tip-toe further away
Further away from his mistakes
I'm no savior; I'm no saint, saint
It's not what you needed anyway
All the cold that you've caught
The bones that you brought
The blood that you've lost
You built your body in the coffin where you sleep
With every breath
And every intake
Tip-toe further away
You're bleeding, your bloodshot
Tired mistake
I'm no savior; I'm no saint, saint
You need to see the pieces you've thrown away
All the cold that you've caught
The bones that you brought
The blood that you've lost
Keep your body and the hell away from me
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If God Smokes Cheap Cigars
I will meet you on the stairs,meet you just below the steeple
You can bring all of the people whom you think you can change.
We'll take the elevator down and thought your flesh is unaffected
You'll tell me just how scared you are to watch the others burn.
Watch the others burn.
And if the alter came to us, I don't believer our eyes would shutter
Tongues knotted as we stutter
Over prayers we'd swore we'd say.
If it was written in that book,
All the answers to the questions
Maybe we'd find the time to read it before we die,
Someday before we die.
I'll start to worry when I'm dead
I'll start to worry when I'm dead
'Cause we might as well be blind
If seeing is believing
This parable's misleading
You've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
That you'll fire in vain.
But those 12 rounds just won't do,
There's barely time for pity and all the girls are just too pretty.
I'll start to worry when I'm dead. [x3]
We know all there is to know, a carpenter and a magician
Bread and wine, and sins from which we must abstain.
That's what the stories said, they said that sins shall be forgiven.
So count your blessings and wait and take this name in vain.
We've got this all wrong
We must have made a mistake...
If there were holes in our hands, I don't believe,
I don't believe that anything would change.
I'll start to worry when I'm dead
I'll start to worry when I'm dead
'Cause we might as well be blind
If seeing is believing
This parable's misleading
You've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
That you'll fire in vain.
But those 12 rounds just won't do,
There's barely time for pity and all the girls are just too pretty.
I'll start to worry when I'm dead. [x4]
I've never coveted nor killed and I was taught to say Amen.
I've read of bloody hands and incorruptibles.
I'm just hoping for the best...
I can't believe that you could say,
"The answers unlock this gate..."
'Cause if you knew his name, not a thing would change
You'd still be wishing you were blessed.
I'll start to worry when I'm dead [x4]
'Cause we might as well be blind
If seeing is believing
This parable's misleading
You've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
That you'll fire in vain.
But those 12 rounds just won't do,
There's barely time for pity and all the girls are just too pretty.
I'll start to worry when I'm dead. [x3]
You can bring all of the people whom you think you can change.
We'll take the elevator down and thought your flesh is unaffected
You'll tell me just how scared you are to watch the others burn.
Watch the others burn.
And if the alter came to us, I don't believer our eyes would shutter
Tongues knotted as we stutter
Over prayers we'd swore we'd say.
If it was written in that book,
All the answers to the questions
Maybe we'd find the time to read it before we die,
Someday before we die.
I'll start to worry when I'm dead
I'll start to worry when I'm dead
'Cause we might as well be blind
If seeing is believing
This parable's misleading
You've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
That you'll fire in vain.
But those 12 rounds just won't do,
There's barely time for pity and all the girls are just too pretty.
I'll start to worry when I'm dead. [x3]
We know all there is to know, a carpenter and a magician
Bread and wine, and sins from which we must abstain.
That's what the stories said, they said that sins shall be forgiven.
So count your blessings and wait and take this name in vain.
We've got this all wrong
We must have made a mistake...
If there were holes in our hands, I don't believe,
I don't believe that anything would change.
I'll start to worry when I'm dead
I'll start to worry when I'm dead
'Cause we might as well be blind
If seeing is believing
This parable's misleading
You've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
That you'll fire in vain.
But those 12 rounds just won't do,
There's barely time for pity and all the girls are just too pretty.
I'll start to worry when I'm dead. [x4]
I've never coveted nor killed and I was taught to say Amen.
I've read of bloody hands and incorruptibles.
I'm just hoping for the best...
I can't believe that you could say,
"The answers unlock this gate..."
'Cause if you knew his name, not a thing would change
You'd still be wishing you were blessed.
I'll start to worry when I'm dead [x4]
'Cause we might as well be blind
If seeing is believing
This parable's misleading
You've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
That you'll fire in vain.
But those 12 rounds just won't do,
There's barely time for pity and all the girls are just too pretty.
I'll start to worry when I'm dead. [x3]
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Starving Your Friends
Thanks a lot.
I've been disadvantaged from the start.
He constrict the veins heading straight to my head,
Rerouted the blood to my heart instead.
I am braindead,
Thinking in strictly in blues and reds.
I'm in enough trouble man...
Oh man, I'm in trouble again.
Cause everyone's ears are watching me,
But I never, ever felt that this would be
Anything more than a makeshift personal TV.
I fall three times as hard.
If it's from nothing at all
You all seem twice as tall as I will ever be.
'Cause I feel terribly small.
When my head works too hard.
When you think with your chest,
There's not a thing that you don't see.
I'm hardly capable of half the damage that I would like to do.
I could swear that I don't care,
But you know I'm too full of shit to think this through.
Look at me,
I pray to God
But curse too much to be considered true.
I'm just like me.
So who the hell are you?
I'm but a boy,
Just like the rest of these thieves.
I borrow phrases, from dusty, faded, record sleeves.
The story is the same.
I've just personalized the name.
But if it's all you need,
Then I'd be more than happy to confess my shame.
I know you think you know,
But these eyelids are windows that shut you out
From all the things that I don't want you to know.
And I refuse to tell you one single secret I own.
'Cause you'll find I'm petrified of your eyes.
I'm hardly capable of half the damage that I would like to do.
I could swear that I don't care,
But you know I'm too full of shit to think this through.
I've read the book,
I prayed to God,
But cursed too much to be considered true.
I'm just like me.
So who the hell are you?
I've been disadvantaged from the start.
He constrict the veins heading straight to my head,
Rerouted the blood to my heart instead.
I am braindead,
Thinking in strictly in blues and reds.
I'm in enough trouble man...
Oh man, I'm in trouble again.
Cause everyone's ears are watching me,
But I never, ever felt that this would be
Anything more than a makeshift personal TV.
I fall three times as hard.
If it's from nothing at all
You all seem twice as tall as I will ever be.
'Cause I feel terribly small.
When my head works too hard.
When you think with your chest,
There's not a thing that you don't see.
I'm hardly capable of half the damage that I would like to do.
I could swear that I don't care,
But you know I'm too full of shit to think this through.
Look at me,
I pray to God
But curse too much to be considered true.
I'm just like me.
So who the hell are you?
I'm but a boy,
Just like the rest of these thieves.
I borrow phrases, from dusty, faded, record sleeves.
The story is the same.
I've just personalized the name.
But if it's all you need,
Then I'd be more than happy to confess my shame.
I know you think you know,
But these eyelids are windows that shut you out
From all the things that I don't want you to know.
And I refuse to tell you one single secret I own.
'Cause you'll find I'm petrified of your eyes.
I'm hardly capable of half the damage that I would like to do.
I could swear that I don't care,
But you know I'm too full of shit to think this through.
I've read the book,
I prayed to God,
But cursed too much to be considered true.
I'm just like me.
So who the hell are you?
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Lapse
The road turned into a snake
And looked in my veins and said
It's in your blood
That's when I tried to run
But it was way too dark
I got scared and ran into your arms
Oh sweet chemical predicament
I can't stop, can't change the evident
Predisposed to forget the best part
A story where the hero dies without regard
Made sure that the needle was clean when I let myself fall asleep
And all I kept was a piece of your picture
It slipped from her fingers when I slid into my dreams
It's not as deep as it seems
And unfair as it may be
I'm just here to remind you
Remind you not to forget to remember me
I know you know how it feels to make a clean break
My bones are your bones
My home is your home
You must be so confused
I got scared and ran away from you
Oh sweet divine predicament
I can't hide I can't change the evident
We disposed the trusted photograph
To portray the way you used to laugh
Do you recall and do you wed
Such a radiant pride
You couldn't wait to see your first born take his very first steps
And you smiled at him cause you thought he looked like me
It's not as deep as it seems
And unfair as it may be
I'm just here to remind you
Remind you not to forget to remember me
Now I've died, you question so much
I don't possess the strength to answer straight
And no, I'm not afraid, at least not to die
I'm afraid to live and not remember why
Sweet chemical indifference
I can't stop, can't change the evident
Predisposed to perpetual sickness
I refuse to let you all be witness
Make sure the needle is clean when you let me go back to sleep
And situate the piece of her picture underneath my fingers
It protects me in my dreams
It's not as deep as it seems
And unfair as it may be
I'm just here to remind you
Remind you not to forget to remember me
And looked in my veins and said
It's in your blood
That's when I tried to run
But it was way too dark
I got scared and ran into your arms
Oh sweet chemical predicament
I can't stop, can't change the evident
Predisposed to forget the best part
A story where the hero dies without regard
Made sure that the needle was clean when I let myself fall asleep
And all I kept was a piece of your picture
It slipped from her fingers when I slid into my dreams
It's not as deep as it seems
And unfair as it may be
I'm just here to remind you
Remind you not to forget to remember me
I know you know how it feels to make a clean break
My bones are your bones
My home is your home
You must be so confused
I got scared and ran away from you
Oh sweet divine predicament
I can't hide I can't change the evident
We disposed the trusted photograph
To portray the way you used to laugh
Do you recall and do you wed
Such a radiant pride
You couldn't wait to see your first born take his very first steps
And you smiled at him cause you thought he looked like me
It's not as deep as it seems
And unfair as it may be
I'm just here to remind you
Remind you not to forget to remember me
Now I've died, you question so much
I don't possess the strength to answer straight
And no, I'm not afraid, at least not to die
I'm afraid to live and not remember why
Sweet chemical indifference
I can't stop, can't change the evident
Predisposed to perpetual sickness
I refuse to let you all be witness
Make sure the needle is clean when you let me go back to sleep
And situate the piece of her picture underneath my fingers
It protects me in my dreams
It's not as deep as it seems
And unfair as it may be
I'm just here to remind you
Remind you not to forget to remember me
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"...Because All Suffering Is Sweet To Me..."
You're not supposed to know this.
You're not supposed to feel a thing
but I've seen how they tear you apart.
The alcohol, the cutlery,
The words that cripple, and whispers that sting
little boys and girls erase themselves with tenderness and ease.
She stutter steps through dreams and to relatives it seems,
that history, just hasn't happened yet.
You're worth more than this to me.
You're worth more than you can see.
I don't care what the book said girl you didn't die in vain.
I found you hanging on their words
from a noose you let them tie 'round your neck.
They took 13 years from you, but you kept the rest.
Aches and pains and medicine
mean nothing if you can feel your skin.
Little boys and girls this seems like hell
but you're worth more than you can take.
She stutter steps through dreams and to relatives it seems,
that history, just hasn't happened yet.
You're worth more than this to me.
You're worth more than you can see.
I don't care what the book said girl you didn't die in vain.
I know a girl who shares a name
with a guardian...
She was a saint,
She was a saint.
They say she took her life today,
but I don't believe a word they say.
She stutter steps through dreams and to relatives it seems,
that history, just hasn't happened yet.
I know a girl who shares a name
with a guardian don't be ashamed,
she was a saint.
You're not supposed to feel a thing
but I've seen how they tear you apart.
The alcohol, the cutlery,
The words that cripple, and whispers that sting
little boys and girls erase themselves with tenderness and ease.
She stutter steps through dreams and to relatives it seems,
that history, just hasn't happened yet.
You're worth more than this to me.
You're worth more than you can see.
I don't care what the book said girl you didn't die in vain.
I found you hanging on their words
from a noose you let them tie 'round your neck.
They took 13 years from you, but you kept the rest.
Aches and pains and medicine
mean nothing if you can feel your skin.
Little boys and girls this seems like hell
but you're worth more than you can take.
She stutter steps through dreams and to relatives it seems,
that history, just hasn't happened yet.
You're worth more than this to me.
You're worth more than you can see.
I don't care what the book said girl you didn't die in vain.
I know a girl who shares a name
with a guardian...
She was a saint,
She was a saint.
They say she took her life today,
but I don't believe a word they say.
She stutter steps through dreams and to relatives it seems,
that history, just hasn't happened yet.
I know a girl who shares a name
with a guardian don't be ashamed,
she was a saint.
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"Im Breathing...Are You Breathing Too?"
There is no Odyssey.
There's no Penelope,
just maids and suitors.
Take this gun from me.
Let all the angels see,
this intoxicated, barely breathing
debauchery.
No, there is no Odyssey.
There's no Penelope,
just maids and suitors.
Take this gun from me.
Let all the angels see,
this intoxicated, barely breathing
debauchery.
And they all came marching in
with the mass artillery,
and they won't consider thee.
You're nothing but a
cocktail hour with an open bar
and the dance floor is
begging for your feet.
And the maids all ruminate.
Your intentions dissipate.
12 rounds for 12 shots at the bar...
you just had to take.
There's no Penelope,
just maids and suitors.
Take this gun from me.
Let all the angels see,
this intoxicated, barely breathing
debauchery.
No, there is no Odyssey.
There's no Penelope,
just maids and suitors.
Take this gun from me.
Let all the angels see,
this intoxicated, barely breathing
debauchery.
And they all came marching in
with the mass artillery,
and they won't consider thee.
You're nothing but a
cocktail hour with an open bar
and the dance floor is
begging for your feet.
And the maids all ruminate.
Your intentions dissipate.
12 rounds for 12 shots at the bar...
you just had to take.
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Lucy Gray is the debut full-length album from American post-hardcore band, Envy on the Coast. The album was released under Matt Galle's Photo Finish Records on August 7, 2007. The album's first single, "Sugar Skulls", is currently on the iTunes Music store. "Mirrors" has also been released as the second single. The album features guest vocals from members of As Tall As Lions and Circa Survive.
Performed By:
Envy On The CoastGenre(s): Pop punk, post-hardcore, emo
Producer(s): Bryan Russell
Released: August 7th, 2007
Year: 2007