We'd fly around
Like unicorns
With such genuine excitement
Then we'd linger by the thorns
A metaphor for every teenage boy
It's all about the pain that you enjoy
From job to job
You're cold as stone
It's a drone, it's only static
Til they call you on the phone
Every nook and cranny holds surprises
I overanalyze and wear disguises
But I never knew the friends had
Until they left the earth
They vanish
They linger
They're oh so near
And oh so far at once
We'd cut a rug
Then break apart
And you'd rip up all our inside jokes
And drop kick our hearts
A hand I held is six feet under ground
I'll stand above and I won't make a sound
But I never knew there's danger
When you're doing all your stunts
When time's up
It's over
You're oh so near
And oh so far at once
Matt Patrick Walsh - The White Pages Are Perfect Kindling Lyrics
Matt Patrick Walsh - The White Pages Are Perfect Kindling Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
English
We'd fly around
Like unicorns
With such genuine excitement
Then we'd linger by the thorns
A metaphor for every teenage boy
It's all about the pain that you enjoy
From job to job
You're cold as stone
It's a drone, it's only static
Til they call you on the phone
Every nook and cranny holds surprises
I overanalyze and wear disguises
But I never knew the friends had
Until they left the earth
They vanish
They linger
They're oh so near
And oh so far at once
We'd cut a rug
Then break apart
And you'd rip up all our inside jokes
And drop kick our hearts
A hand I held is six feet under ground
I'll stand above and I won't make a sound
But I never knew there's danger
When you're doing all your stunts
When time's up
It's over
You're oh so near
And oh so far at once
Like unicorns
With such genuine excitement
Then we'd linger by the thorns
A metaphor for every teenage boy
It's all about the pain that you enjoy
From job to job
You're cold as stone
It's a drone, it's only static
Til they call you on the phone
Every nook and cranny holds surprises
I overanalyze and wear disguises
But I never knew the friends had
Until they left the earth
They vanish
They linger
They're oh so near
And oh so far at once
We'd cut a rug
Then break apart
And you'd rip up all our inside jokes
And drop kick our hearts
A hand I held is six feet under ground
I'll stand above and I won't make a sound
But I never knew there's danger
When you're doing all your stunts
When time's up
It's over
You're oh so near
And oh so far at once
Writer: Matt Walsh
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid