Luyện nghe bài hát Ceilings Crack

Passed out in yard
My clothes soaking in the morning rain
My just a bruise, like walking in a coma
Like a battered
All my limbs are

I've driving past your house
Been at your door
I know I'm a peon to you
But I deserve
Than

My hearts are on the sleeves of my shirts over your lawn
And the dew... kissed them

Drunk on Day
pennies at the broken birds
Scribbling on napkins
A sketch of broken angel wings under bed
My

Stumbled to your house
I'll sneak in the door
I know I've been an asshole to you, but was before
The argument, the
Well, I've heard it's just a matter of time before the hour is
And my hour is
I can't it this time
I can't this time
I can't this time
I can't it...

The has come for retribution
I'm the walls down
I'm storming the walls
The has come for retribution
I'm storming the walls
I'm storming the down
Before night's done, the wounds will be gone
I'm the walls down
I'm the walls down

The of the Vineyard
talk, more dancing
If we could push off the sick conversation one more
I surely
My shoes have gathered the of the vineyard
Have I soiled gown?
There's soil on your gown, like
the heart
Our clogged hearts are on the grime
As the big waltzes on
stranded eyes whisper...

"The is out.
I can smell her on velvet hands."
The is out --
are we in the motions again?

Oh, but was it
In the
Sangria, won't you
The starving
Such lips
Would on all this grime
I've some dirt under my nails
I'll and bite until...

The is out
but sangria burns under my
The is out --
I thought I'd wash these hands again

my skin....