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Music and Lyrics written by mrjctm, vocals by Bob Roberts. I think this is a great song, and if you disagree, I pity the fool.
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Lyrics
I am the fallen frame in the hallway
a crooked leg in the morgue
im all thats haunting
pleasant, contrasting
warmly swimming to the deep end
slowly sinking
the flying thoughts come back again while i
think i might
come home
the curveless pitch returns come monday
with the weekend gone im loving more
and in every way prepared
the stars might shine through everyone but the earth
devours hearts
bleeding mouths without a mind to render false
and eyes running till they all turn red
slowly retreating
and look back again
to the south
carrying on
about needs and wants
ruptures spleens
and breaks up hearts
if there was one thing more
in this world the i abhor
its that you were nothing more
than what the cover told
me you were
i am coming to the end
of my wits
or what you might say
gets me through the days, the weeks, the months, the years
what little time
we hold, we share, we bought
we join, we split, we part
but still hold hands in the dark
just a little
taught
the days grow long
our hold grows strong
we wont have to do it alone
our hearts cant break
and our eyes wont tear
because we wont
forsake
our love this year
a crooked leg in the morgue
im all thats haunting
pleasant, contrasting
warmly swimming to the deep end
slowly sinking
the flying thoughts come back again while i
think i might
come home
the curveless pitch returns come monday
with the weekend gone im loving more
and in every way prepared
the stars might shine through everyone but the earth
devours hearts
bleeding mouths without a mind to render false
and eyes running till they all turn red
slowly retreating
and look back again
to the south
carrying on
about needs and wants
ruptures spleens
and breaks up hearts
if there was one thing more
in this world the i abhor
its that you were nothing more
than what the cover told
me you were
i am coming to the end
of my wits
or what you might say
gets me through the days, the weeks, the months, the years
what little time
we hold, we share, we bought
we join, we split, we part
but still hold hands in the dark
just a little
taught
the days grow long
our hold grows strong
we wont have to do it alone
our hearts cant break
and our eyes wont tear
because we wont
forsake
our love this year
selters
This is a great great song. ANd your vocals are good for most of the time. I think that you are off pitce a few times.