NYC Frog Songtext
Songtext powered by LyricFind
Carving saints, leaving out the feeling
I've seen it twice, it's not that rare
No complaints, if they look appealing
Guess thats fair, guess thats fair
I may sound, like a broken record
You're not that tough, so don't get stuck
She'll tear you down, she's the bone collector
And it's just our luck, just our luck
And so she did
As the ship is going down you blame the captain
I've seen it twice, it's not that rare
No complaints, if they look appealing
Guess thats fair, guess thats fair
I may sound, like a broken record
You're not that tough, so don't get stuck
She'll tear you down, she's the bone collector
And it's just our luck, just our luck
And so she did
As the ship is going down you blame the captain
And wonder how she carries on like nothing's happened
Was I a crutch? Was I enough? Your head gets filled up with that stuff
Each sewer drains into the sea
Poor New York frog you sound like me
Locked himself, in the bathroom
Theres no coming out, come on out
Survey says, to bear with me
She said what the hell, and left the house
Its dark through dawn, again
Normalcy's a long forgotten friend
And i've heard the sun, won't rise till you
Decide, to let it
But its been several hundred days, and little's changing
The hardest habit never broken is storm chasing
He's had enough, of living drunk, off his brief recycled love
There's no proven cure for wanting, oh sometimes its too much
We are always alright, cuz what is anyone supposed to say
Was I a crutch? Was I enough? Your head gets filled up with that stuff
Each sewer drains into the sea
Poor New York frog you sound like me
Locked himself, in the bathroom
Theres no coming out, come on out
Survey says, to bear with me
She said what the hell, and left the house
Its dark through dawn, again
Normalcy's a long forgotten friend
And i've heard the sun, won't rise till you
Decide, to let it
But its been several hundred days, and little's changing
The hardest habit never broken is storm chasing
He's had enough, of living drunk, off his brief recycled love
There's no proven cure for wanting, oh sometimes its too much
We are always alright, cuz what is anyone supposed to say
Songtext powered by LyricFind