Senses Fail "Lungs Like Gallows" |
I give blood to prove to myself That I can matter to somebody else. Is what makes a man the dirt on his hands? don't put you're faith in the desert sand, the wind is always blowing There are gallows deep inside my lungs, that's where I hung ambition. Is it luck that's knocking right on my back door? Because I've been breaking mirrors since 1984 I walk under ladders, I spill salt on sores and I open my umbrella even when I am indoors So give me seven more I give blood not for the cause but to slowly give up the person I was Holding my breath won't help, everything went to hell So now I steal back pennies from the well because my wishes failed I am screaming at my own shadow to stop living like a ghost. Is it luck that's knocking right on my back door? Because I've been breaking mirrors since 1984 I walk under ladders, I spill salt on sores and I open my umbrella even when I am indoors So give me seven more I don't need her I'm not that desperate Come visit me in twenty years and maybe then cause I'm not done screaming yet you can call off the intervention, cause I don't need your attention Is it luck that's knocking right on my back door? Because I've been breaking mirrors since 1984 I walk under ladders, I spill salt on sores and I open my umbrella even when I am indoors So give me seven more I don't need her I'm not that desperate I don't need her I'm not that desperate Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |