Concrete Atlas letra

this town is a ghost town, of funerals and lets downs.
The list of dead goes on and on and on.
The sidewalks ache from the weight of holding,
up broken hearts. I'm giving up on moving on.
What used to fill these streets with life,
has thrown a brick right through our lives now.
Don't hold back. So forget about the bricks,
we wear around our necks,
And forget about every second up to this.
Here's to the walking casualties of heavy handed,
subelty. So raise a drink, we'll break the windows
and the chairs, and finally start a fire burning,
at both ends. I might be everything to you need
and you might be the same for me.
We got out fast, burning at both
ends

Fairweather - Letras

• Alaska
• Blood On The Pages
• Burn Bridges Keep Warm
• Casting Curses
• Concrete Atlas
• Derivative Opener
• I Dread The Time When Your Mouth Begins To Call Me Hunter
• If They Move... Kill Them
• Let's Hear It For Dartanian
• Letter Of Intent
• Lusitania
• Mercer Island
• Motion Sickness
• Next Day Flight
• Silent Jury
• Slow To Standing
• Soundtrack To The Ride
• South Street, 1AM
• Still Paradise
• The Culling Song
• The Treachery Of Images
• Welcome To Last Year
• Whatever It Takes
• Who Brings A Knife To A Gunfight?
• Young.Brash.Hopeful.