Im Addicted To The Hush Sound
Wine Red
Who shot that arrow in your throat?
Who missed the crimson apple?
Well it hung heavy on the tree above your head.
This chaos, this calamity, this garden once was perfect.
Give your immortality to me, I'll set you up against the sun.
Gloria, we lied, we can't go on.
This is the time and this is the place to be alive.
Who shot that arrow in your throat?
Who missed the crimson apple?
And there is discord in the garden tonight.
The sea's wine red,
This is the death of beauty.
The doves have died,
The lovers have lied.
I caught the arrow from your neck,
Stretched you beneath the tree,
Along the roots and baby's breath,
They covered us with silver leaves.
Gloria, we lied, we can't go on.
This is the time and this is the place to be alive.
Best Weekend Ever
Next Weekends Is Gonna Be Even Awesome-er
Who shot that arrow in your throat?
Who missed the crimson apple?
Well it hung heavy on the tree above your head.
This chaos, this calamity, this garden once was perfect.
Give your immortality to me, I'll set you up against the sun.
Gloria, we lied, we can't go on.
This is the time and this is the place to be alive.
Who shot that arrow in your throat?
Who missed the crimson apple?
And there is discord in the garden tonight.
The sea's wine red,
This is the death of beauty.
The doves have died,
The lovers have lied.
I caught the arrow from your neck,
Stretched you beneath the tree,
Along the roots and baby's breath,
They covered us with silver leaves.
Gloria, we lied, we can't go on.
This is the time and this is the place to be alive.
Best Weekend Ever
Next Weekends Is Gonna Be Even Awesome-er