1. |
Lucille Who Has No Eyes
03:12
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I don't mind taking time to see you,
just know it won't be for long.
I hope that when I wake
tomorrow, back to sleep and
nothing is wrong.
Some girls should've died in
high school. Some girls should
never have been born.
One by one count the clouds.
One by one we take the cars away.
All that I have given through the years
were some sad songs
and bad friends.
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2. |
The Lines In My Face
03:47
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I cried and it shows,
shimmers in the light of day
but at night I hold
dimmer friends in lies.
I tried to make everything
okay again but sometimes I take
you for granted.
So I'll retrace the lines in my face
and take for granted
all my breathing space.
Signs that I may misread
take me safely home.
Count on my misdeeds
until I lose control.
Count on me until I lose control.
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3. |
Bedhead
03:26
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I wanted to see something
beautiful before I died
so I went to a fireworks display
and let me tell you, it was so bland.
They didn't even
synchronize the music at all.
I wanted to see something
terrible before I died
so I went to your house for our
weekly meetings. Fuck up my
schedule why don't you?
Fuck up my life!
I wanted a bunch of tragic shit
to happen to me, the types of
things you don't have to ask for
but I prayed to whatever
watches me to make me suffer,
to make me cry.
But now that I'm so close to the
end of my life it's getting
harder to enjoy anything at all.
But my friends will move away
and make me feel like I moved
away and my son will write
songs and I'll just disappear.
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4. |
KSA
03:21
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I don't know what to wait for,
I want your life.
I don't know what I'm made for, I guess it's time
to just pick a fucking job and get good at it.
Then that'll be what I do
I guess. It's what I do now
I guess. And what I do is a fucking mess,
but I'm stuck now in a slow death.
I don't know what to wait for,
I want your life.
I don't know what I'm paid for,
I guess I'm just sewing time together
trying to make things work out.
But it's so damn confusing when you only really
complicate things.
As if my life was fine before this and it's
all just one huge mess but I guess it's my slow death.
Yeah, I guess it's mine.
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5. |
Fade
03:25
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Just a touch of real life to make this feel better like it matters.
In a cage, an occasion, an occasional lie. And you call back again to see me fade. I'm so blind but I have faith that no one can see me or hear me.
Just a touch of real life to make this feel better like it matters at all. In a cage, an occasion, an occasional lie. And you call back again to see me fade. I'm so blind but I have faith that no one can see me or hear me again.
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6. |
Sad Eyes
03:16
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There's a box upstairs
in a bag of green velvet
which contains the remains
of my dad.
Someday I'll figure out what to do
with them but until then
it stays near my bed.
And you said
“I've got such sad eyes,
I'm never waking up,
I thought you could tell
but I guess its a surprise.”
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7. |
Spiral and Sway
03:28
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I just want to say how I feel,
I think we could be
something real.
And you, when you look at me,
I lose control of my feet.
I'm bashful and lame,
I spiral and sway.
I just want to hear you sing.
Yeah.
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