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Waking up at three am, drowning in the haze,
Of broken dreams and broken promises.
Scared of making no fucking difference,
Could you answer me, and tell me the truth.
Leaving this place so empty handed,
Beaten down, with a bad taste in my mouth.
Leaving this place so empty handed,
Beaten down, with a bad taste in my mouth.
(Until it falls apart)
Broken foundation, buried underneath
And a smile to make the emptiness complete.
Puncture my ribs, like something more
With beaten bruised and drunken heart.
Waking up at three am, waking up at three am,
Waking up to nothing.
Leaving this place so empty handed,
Beaten down, with a bad taste in my mouth.
Leaving this place so empty handed,
Beaten down, with a bad taste in my mouth.
(Until it falls apart)
Broken foundation, buried underneath
Aand a smile to make the emptiness complete.
Puncture my ribs, like something more
With beaten bruised and drunken heart.
Coins across the floor, seasons burden me,
And made the emptiness complete.
Broken foundation, buried underneath
And a smile to make the emptiness complete.
Puncture my ribs, like something more
With beaten bruised and drunken heart.
Broken foundation,
With beaten, bruised and drunken heart.
Broken foundation,
With beaten, bruised and drunken heart.
- Álbum:
- Chapter and Verse
- Conduit
- Between Order and Model [Remastered]
- Miscellaneous
- The Young & Defenceless (EP)
- Your History Is Mine: 2002-2009
- Memory And Humanity
- Hours
- Casually Dressed And Deep In Conversation
- Seven Ways To Scream Your Name (EP)
- Welcome Home Armageddon
- Roses for the Dead (Live at Islington Academy)
- Streetcar (Live at Islington Academy)
- Walk Away
- Roses for the Dead / Kiss and Makeup
- Roses for the Dead / 10.45 Amsterdam Conversations
- Roses For The Dead
- History (Radio Version)
- History
- Rock Ballads