Luyện nghe bài hát Some Crap About The Future

You spread your fingers across the ledge.
You get grip and peer down over the edge.
You watch the city move and and migrate.
You're not apart of it. You're broken now, us.

I turn and brush the birds off my shoulders.
And cross side-walks an earful of white noise.

You sit up on your for the rest of the night.
You the moon and hope the damn thing crumbles.
You count the stars in the windows.
And then you realize how minimal you are.

I and watch the airplanes leave the city.
And I wish I was on one.

You sit down slow and watch in the glass.
You reach and tear out all your cables.
Snakes of smoke are dripping your fingers.
You no body, just a cage to hold your parts.

I no answers; I'm rambling.
I was never one to solve whatever has wrong.

You lie on the roof and watch the sun rise.
Its burning fingers through your insides.
And for a moment you feel you're alive.
And then gone, so you get up.

Up, up, baby. There's blood on the of this town.
They've got us on the ropes. But we don't have to take it lying anymore.
Our aren't tied now.
Down, down, baby. Down in the in the of this town.
got 'em buried deep.
Under layers of concrete are the of our past.

(Oh no, no)

We'll on the evening train.
It be long, but it feels that way.
But home never meant very to us anyway.
So we convince ourselves that better off gone.
And maybe right.

And we on a road.
On an old dirt road, where the sun look like such a waste.
And we asleep, under leaves of a couple of them nearby tress.
And we never again.