كلمات Highchair

It just about time To give up on you No more thoughts from moving mountains No more passing out on the banks Bashing heads while trying to whisper Comatose from the dead and creeps It just about time To give up on you Unless the morning finds you dry Your heart just spitting blood Let the sunlight strangle you No more thoughts from moving mountains No more passing out in the banks Bashing heads while trying to whisper Comatose from the dead and creeps It just about time To give up on you Unless the morning finds you dry Your heart just spitting blood Let the sunlight strangle you Rise your glass to the wall Put your ear to what you lost Let the silence strangle you