I Dread The Time When Your Mouth Begins To Call Me Hunter letra

I must confess that nothings changed for now.
While knives that line sweet conversations still find a way,
into our beds while we sleep.
Can't you see that there's an ocean that drawn a line,
between our bodies and our minds, we look for ghost,
and that's what we find.
Will we bury who we loved or is the ground,
to cold to break?
Well we slept our way through knowing what to do.

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.