Your DAY is a train wreck, Your NIGHT is a prison full of ghosts, The things that will kill you are always The ones that you love the most. My life is a tooth fake, My head is a suitcase full of dust. Is tough to trust anyone WHEN THERE'S NO ONE YOU CAN TRUST. Hook: But our glitter days are coming soon, Tempation tangles life, come use some gold. The more the love we share Is like steadycon on the radio. Rings follow my teardrops Can't you feel the winter in yout throat Cold cash in the freezer, and a bottle in your coat. Look at the cracks in your mirror, Fractures are reflected in your face. Like lands to a road man to a colder and lonely place. Hook: But our glitter days are coming soon, Tempation tangles life, come use some gold. The more the love we share Is like steadycon on the radio. WORDS CAN'T des cruches, PLANTS ARE BROKEN BOTTLES ON THE BEACH. The future we're looking for is still far out of reach. Script laying un-written, oh oh Maybe we'll be forgiven in the end. Until that there's mercy and tender, we always got the slang. Hook: (x2) But our glitter days are coming soon, Tempation tangles life, come use some gold. The more the love we share Is like steadycon on the radio.
Your DAY is a train wreck, Your NIGHT is a prison full of ghosts, The things that will kill you are always The ones that you love the most. My life is a tooth fake, My head is a suitcase full of dust. Is tough to trust anyone WHEN THERE'S NO ONE YOU CAN TRUST. Hook: But our glitter days are coming soon, Tempation tangles life, come use some gold. The more the love we share Is like steadycon on the radio. Rings follow my teardrops Can't you feel the winter in yout throat Cold cash in the freezer, and a bottle in your coat. Look at the cracks in your mirror, Fractures are reflected in your face. Like lands to a road man to a colder and lonely place. Hook: But our glitter days are coming soon, Tempation tangles life, come use some gold. The more the love we share Is like steadycon on the radio. WORDS CAN'T des cruches, PLANTS ARE BROKEN BOTTLES ON THE BEACH. The future we're looking for is still far out of reach. Script laying un-written, oh oh Maybe we'll be forgiven in the end. Until that there's mercy and tender, we always got the slang. Hook: (x2) But our glitter days are coming soon, Tempation tangles life, come use some gold. The more the love we share Is like steadycon on the radio.
