Breeze
This can't be right
There's something inside that binds me
Spending my nights thinking of ways
You'll find me
Closer to the sun
And I will
Swallow my pride, forget all the lies from lovers
I know it's been said, the skirts on the bed, hearts flutter
Thoughts of suicide or flowers?
It's known. Or at least it was at sometime
That these lies roll your lips at the drop of a dime
And the end
And the end is not worthy
Of fairytale rhymes, peace of mind, don't be worried
It's sad, that I had such foolish remorse
For suspicion of lacking, for locking of doors
Like the coat hanger swinging by means of your clothes
Being torn
Being torn
This can't be right
There's something inside that binds me
Spending my nights thinking of ways
You'll find me
Closer to the sun
And I will
Swallow my pride, forget all the lies from lovers
I know it's been said, the skirts on the bed, hearts flutter
Thoughts of suicide or flowers?
Like I've said, it's kind of sad, we can't hold on
And the pain is said to
Sweep away what's left of breathing
Like I've said, it's kind of sad, you won't hold on
A lover's bed
Now dormant and deprived of meaning
You can sneak, while the city sleeps
Tie an anchor to my head
You can moan, if it builds a throne for a heart that's lined with lead
Give it to me
Give me more than
Give me more than you know
Give it to me
Let me see you turn it to gold
Give it to me
Give me more than
Give me more than you know
Give it to me
Let me see you
Turn it to
Gold
This can't be right
There's something inside that binds me
Spending my nights thinking of ways
You'll find me
Closer to the sun
And I will
Swallow my pride, forget all the lies from lovers
I know it's been said, the skirts on the bed, hearts flutter
Thoughts of suicide or flowers?
This can't be right (thoughts)
There's something inside that binds me (of suicide)
Spending my nights thinking of ways (OR FLOWERS)
You'll find me
Closer to the sun
And I will
Swallow my pride (thoughts)
Forget all the lies from lovers (of suicide)
I know it's been said, the skirts on the bed (OR FLOWERS)
Hearts flutter
Thoughts of suicide or flowers?
There's something inside that binds me
Spending my nights thinking of ways
You'll find me
Closer to the sun
And I will
Swallow my pride, forget all the lies from lovers
I know it's been said, the skirts on the bed, hearts flutter
Thoughts of suicide or flowers?
It's known. Or at least it was at sometime
That these lies roll your lips at the drop of a dime
And the end
And the end is not worthy
Of fairytale rhymes, peace of mind, don't be worried
It's sad, that I had such foolish remorse
For suspicion of lacking, for locking of doors
Like the coat hanger swinging by means of your clothes
Being torn
Being torn
This can't be right
There's something inside that binds me
Spending my nights thinking of ways
You'll find me
Closer to the sun
And I will
Swallow my pride, forget all the lies from lovers
I know it's been said, the skirts on the bed, hearts flutter
Thoughts of suicide or flowers?
Like I've said, it's kind of sad, we can't hold on
And the pain is said to
Sweep away what's left of breathing
Like I've said, it's kind of sad, you won't hold on
A lover's bed
Now dormant and deprived of meaning
You can sneak, while the city sleeps
Tie an anchor to my head
You can moan, if it builds a throne for a heart that's lined with lead
Give it to me
Give me more than
Give me more than you know
Give it to me
Let me see you turn it to gold
Give it to me
Give me more than
Give me more than you know
Give it to me
Let me see you
Turn it to
Gold
This can't be right
There's something inside that binds me
Spending my nights thinking of ways
You'll find me
Closer to the sun
And I will
Swallow my pride, forget all the lies from lovers
I know it's been said, the skirts on the bed, hearts flutter
Thoughts of suicide or flowers?
This can't be right (thoughts)
There's something inside that binds me (of suicide)
Spending my nights thinking of ways (OR FLOWERS)
You'll find me
Closer to the sun
And I will
Swallow my pride (thoughts)
Forget all the lies from lovers (of suicide)
I know it's been said, the skirts on the bed (OR FLOWERS)
Hearts flutter
Thoughts of suicide or flowers?
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Shawn Tybor
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