Текст песни Thursday - Paris In Fla
Thursday - Paris In Fla слова песни
Now it`s time to wrap our fears in the nightAnd on the first day I`ll dress this city in flames After the things you say You hate me for being this way Still you won`t let go of old ideals There is no headline to read at night When the record skips, and you`re not holding the needle CHORUS 1:We all sing the songs of separation And we watch our lives bleed out through our hands That`s how it was on the first day When we saw Paris in flames CHORUS 2:Rain, rain down Think it`s gonna rain, rain down Think it`s gonna rain, rain downThink it`s gonna rainThink it`s gonna rain, rain down Think it`s gonna rain, rain downThink it`s gonna rainHere in this collapsed lung of a boroughThere is no sunlight The sunlight is manufactured in a windowless room Distant and incoherent Businessmen hang themselves (CHORUS 1)The lower east side is a jukebox Playing the dead man`s crescendo The needle is a vector An intersection that we all must cross A dimly lit hallway where shadows of moths decorate the walls Discard this message Discard this messageDiscard this messageBurn your city down Down Burn your heartNow burn it with this song You were on the first day Discard this message Throw this bottle back into the ocean Rip this page from the history book Smash all the street signs Erase all the maps Forget my name Forget my face Forget my name Because it`s gonna rain It`s gonna rainAnd it never ends We all sing songs of separation (CHORUS 2)Watch our hearts bleed through our handsThat`s how it was on the first dayWe saw Paris in flames