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It's getting cold
Thought it was too soon to tell
but it was terribly old
and as the heartbeat slows
to a heartless crawl
The lights went out
The lights went out
and darkness filled the house
on tiring night under a Long Island sky
I thought I'd known the consequence
but sweetness, can you believe this?
This mess we've made of it
This mess we've made of it
In years to come it might make sense
but sweetness, can you believe this?
Just what's become of it?
What's become of it?
If you hear this and you think you're ready
then meet me in Montauk where
we'll write out in the sand
Here lies the destiny of 2 hurt souls
afraid to be cured again
That could be our epitaph
I thought I'd known the consequence
but sweetness, can you believe this?
This mess we've made of it
This mess we've made of it
In years to come it might make sense
but sweetness, can you believe this?
Just what's become of it?
What's become of it?
I thought I'd known the consequence
but sweetness, can you believe this?
This mess we've made of it
This mess we've made of it
In years to come it might make sense
but sweetness, can you believe this?
Just what's become of it?
What's become of it?
I'd known, I thought I'd known the consequence
but sweetness, can you believe this?
This mess we've made of it
This mess we've made of it
In years to come it might make sense
but sweetness, did you foresee this?
Just what's become of it?
What's become..
- Album:
- Vacancy
- Cult
- Killing Time
- Live At The Bayside Social Club
- Shudder
- The Walking Wounded
- Acoustic
- Bayside
- Sirens And Condolences
- Long Stories Short
- Miscellaneous
- Bayside/Name Taken Split
- Pretty Vacant
- Enemy Lines
- Punk Goes Pop Volume Two
- Punk Goes Pop 2
- Time Has Come
- 2014 Warped Tour Compilation
- Cult White Edition
- Soundwave 2015