I'm half the way to become dust
And I cry with the same eyes
which saw you smile to me
But frankly you just don't give a damn anymore
You've already got what you came for
No matter what you do
Stretched on the green grass of my hopes
And I miss the days of our becoming
Just to prove I can
Screeeaaaam
And break your concentration
Screeeaaaam
Until it starts to make sense
1 | As A Day |
2 | Grin |
3 | Chronic |
4 | Hide |
5 | Snapshot |
6 | Old's Cool, New's Cool |
7 | Me And The Half Untruths I & II |
8 | My Dear December |
9 | Twelfth |
10 | A Murder |