Orchard Cycles все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

After all these years of being followed by ghosts
I’ve learned to hide my scars
But some cut deeper than I could ever see
And the ghosts still visit my sleep
Anxiety hits like the sting of bloody knuckles
You know it’s coming but you swung first
Now you’re standing in awe at a party, or a bar, or a mirror torn to pieces
A reflection in your hands

The light has gone out of my life
Alright Mr. President but you still have your life
I've got no room left, for your romantic death
Or whatever first world cake you got cut
Glamorize death and for what
I've got not room left, for your romantic death

Lag your feet behind

Bronze is the prize when you settle for crumbs
Run like Owens baby change their minds
Creativity without a consciousness
Content with only hits for a wishlist

Those pictures of the homeless are a nice expose
Tell me did they come to see your display
No, they would have seen the hors d'oeuvres your tossed out