HIPV- The point
by GetUpKids7 on June 22, 2005My voice is tired
I can barely speak a whisper these words
We clear our minds
And these broken bottles and glasses
Heal our lives.
So drinks to the skies
and blood to your eyes
This rooftop is understanding
So swallow your pride, or choke till you die
Cause this fall's unforgiving
So call on your angels
To get your fall tonight
And I'll crawl on my hands
Pouring out my insides.
I'll wait for you
Hoping to change your mind
Hoping's all I can do.
These days are tired and the nights are overwhelming
As we spoke through silence
A routine silence, with nothing more to say
So drinks to the skies
And blood to your eyes
I'll be understanding
Tonight
I'll understand everything tonight.
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