Paroles de I'll Meet You At The Bottom

Oh, so such a dirty little word addictive like a party drug that fakes the senses to make sense of what we love so picture your pinstripes without any lines like a vacant canvas stained to white bring it closer a crashing melody and let the ship sink the story's drowning out at sea the lyrics splinter in salty sympathy pop goes the giant scene parade green floats in fifty different shades partial perfection leaks with industry embrace but we wear our disdain on stylish sleeves like tattoos of insecurity bring it closer a crashing melody and let the ship sink the story's drowning out at sea the lyrics splinter in salty sympathy so long live the history a song is sinking, a lyric splintered art fought, but the chorus had a gun a song is sinking, a lyric splintered art fought, but the chords were screaming