Letra de American History

We are the young blood The “any-time” assumption The overstayed With a jaded name We are the truce Waiting for bad news To chase us down And tear us inside out Let's try words Less slow verbs The action's a fraction Of how much this hurts It's like a told you When this was too far Tell me why we wonder What we were thinking all along Tell me why we wonder If your indigo eyes are mine We are expected But only in the best way To live a small time A year: Expired We are supposed to Fall into exposure We have the biggest sparkling eyes (But they both have an ugly side) Let's try words Less slow verbs The action's a fraction Of how much this hurts It's like a told you When this was too far Tell me why we wonder What we were thinking all along Tell me why we wonder If your indigo eyes are mine Let's try words Less slow verbs The action's a fraction Of how much this hurts Is this what we deserve Before we're in the dirt? Miles of aisles Filled up with files of titles Describing how much this hurts?