Conversations

Conversations are getting cold, and the words are running out of the room
For the lack of something better
With the thought of being over consumed

People stop and listen, but they wonder what the hell they can do
Cause they're locked up in the fortress of their one and only good excuse

And the river's running over their heads as they tighten the noose
And the fear of being all alone
It keeps them in tune

Yea, the wind down from the mountain
Can you feel it blowing over your feet
But you are wrapped up in a package
So I'll serve you up nice and neat
Yeah, the silence that we left
For the burden of some talking whores
Now we have blown out all our windows
And we have torn out all our doors

The lessons that we learned in life can we learn new rules

And the motion of the dead and the lonely
Yeah, we break up the fools

Yeah, we break up the fools
We break up the fools
We break up the fools
Yeah, yeah, we break up the fools
(Oh, Break break)
Yeah yeah yeah
(Oh, break break)
Yeah yeah yeah
(Oh, break break)
Yeah yeah yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Himes
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