Fall in Place
There's something there
Restless and wicked
It bends the limbs behind your back
Until they're twisted
You're unrecognizable
Disfigured and tied to ghosts
Wondering if it's ever them or you who lied the most
Well, Is this the end?
No, I'm no fortunate one
To be caught with my leaded hands
In the comfort of another's silt bed
I'll find myself dead
There's something there
Restless and wicked
It bends your limbs behind your back
Until they're
Lungs full of lamplight
And out of room to breathe
When you're starved for affection
They'll feed you anything
Oh, how holy are thou!
So pure and so clean
But If it's love that you want
Then I'm nothing more
Than dirt beneath your feet
Without a common thread,
We come unstuck
Just like the riverbed that beckoned me to jump
Say you love me again
Maybe this time it'll take
But you'd rather me dead
Than happy instead,
I know
But I believe
The best kind of love
Should come without suffering
So let's go ahead
And cut our losses, then
Before spilling blood
On any other friends
Sing Merily, Merily
Oh, what kind of dream is this?
Drunk and alone,
Begging for death
At the edge of the river Styx
The boats been rocked
The chapel's locked
So where do I acquit?
Oh, shake me awake
From this vivid nightmare
Sing merrily, merrily,
Absent of bliss
What kind of dream is this?
What kind of dream is this?
And If you held any love in your heart,
Like you said
Did it slip through your fingertips?
Did it die in your hands?
There's something there
Restless and wicked
It bends my limbs behind my back until I'm twisted
I'm unrecognizable
Disfigured and tied to hopes
Wondering if it's ever them or me
Who'll find myself dead
So hold your head and know
That if you're low
It'll be okay
There's so many reasons
Not to throw your life away
And every rotting bridge that you burn
Is one you can't fall from
And if you could
What's the use of breaking bread
With rotted wood?
When you're nailed into place beside them
You forget what you're made of
So do not think twice
Take the iron from your feet
At least another night
So call your mother
Break to your brother
For the will to go another day
And all the little pieces fall in place
Restless and wicked
It bends the limbs behind your back
Until they're twisted
You're unrecognizable
Disfigured and tied to ghosts
Wondering if it's ever them or you who lied the most
Well, Is this the end?
No, I'm no fortunate one
To be caught with my leaded hands
In the comfort of another's silt bed
I'll find myself dead
There's something there
Restless and wicked
It bends your limbs behind your back
Until they're
Lungs full of lamplight
And out of room to breathe
When you're starved for affection
They'll feed you anything
Oh, how holy are thou!
So pure and so clean
But If it's love that you want
Then I'm nothing more
Than dirt beneath your feet
Without a common thread,
We come unstuck
Just like the riverbed that beckoned me to jump
Say you love me again
Maybe this time it'll take
But you'd rather me dead
Than happy instead,
I know
But I believe
The best kind of love
Should come without suffering
So let's go ahead
And cut our losses, then
Before spilling blood
On any other friends
Sing Merily, Merily
Oh, what kind of dream is this?
Drunk and alone,
Begging for death
At the edge of the river Styx
The boats been rocked
The chapel's locked
So where do I acquit?
Oh, shake me awake
From this vivid nightmare
Sing merrily, merrily,
Absent of bliss
What kind of dream is this?
What kind of dream is this?
And If you held any love in your heart,
Like you said
Did it slip through your fingertips?
Did it die in your hands?
There's something there
Restless and wicked
It bends my limbs behind my back until I'm twisted
I'm unrecognizable
Disfigured and tied to hopes
Wondering if it's ever them or me
Who'll find myself dead
So hold your head and know
That if you're low
It'll be okay
There's so many reasons
Not to throw your life away
And every rotting bridge that you burn
Is one you can't fall from
And if you could
What's the use of breaking bread
With rotted wood?
When you're nailed into place beside them
You forget what you're made of
So do not think twice
Take the iron from your feet
At least another night
So call your mother
Break to your brother
For the will to go another day
And all the little pieces fall in place
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Writer(s): Johan Guerra
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