Chiodos - Sunny Days & Hand Grenades lyrics
[Chiodos - Sunny Days & Hand Grenades lyrics]
The moonlight is calling your attention
And I don't think I can make a sound
The champagne has died
I heard the cry of what might have been
The sound lights up the air like
The stars in the sky
And you don't want to say a word
I rather show you what's on my mind
A stitch, a touch, a spit shot of lemonade
On a sunny day
Where the kids won't go out to play
Shadows for suburban homes
I’m so scared of the things
That I’ll never know
I put all of my faith in a dial tone
They say they'll be there
But, you know they won't you know they won't
The sunlight is demanding your affection
And my eyes won't leave the ground
The champagne, it died
I heard the cries from inside your skin
The shell that top the air like
A starlet when she dies
And you don't want to say a word
The eulogies are all mine
A snitch, a crutch, a weak spot
A hand grenade on a sunny day
Where the kids won't go out to play
Welcome to society's idea of a perfect family
With a love straight from a fairy tale
And two perfect little angels
Take a seat, sit right down
And welcome to all of the lies
The attention, the guilt, the hate
The unspoken misery
Cheating, faking, hiding, pretending
Neglecting, demeaning, fighting
The resentment, the drugs, the abuse
Have a seat, get uncomfortable
And enjoy the show
A stitch, a touch, a spit shot of lemonade
On a sunny day, where the kids go out to play
And I don't think I can make a sound
The champagne has died
I heard the cry of what might have been
The sound lights up the air like
The stars in the sky
And you don't want to say a word
I rather show you what's on my mind
A stitch, a touch, a spit shot of lemonade
On a sunny day
Where the kids won't go out to play
Shadows for suburban homes
I’m so scared of the things
That I’ll never know
I put all of my faith in a dial tone
They say they'll be there
But, you know they won't you know they won't
The sunlight is demanding your affection
And my eyes won't leave the ground
The champagne, it died
I heard the cries from inside your skin
The shell that top the air like
A starlet when she dies
And you don't want to say a word
The eulogies are all mine
A snitch, a crutch, a weak spot
A hand grenade on a sunny day
Where the kids won't go out to play
Welcome to society's idea of a perfect family
With a love straight from a fairy tale
And two perfect little angels
Take a seat, sit right down
And welcome to all of the lies
The attention, the guilt, the hate
The unspoken misery
Cheating, faking, hiding, pretending
Neglecting, demeaning, fighting
The resentment, the drugs, the abuse
Have a seat, get uncomfortable
And enjoy the show
A stitch, a touch, a spit shot of lemonade
On a sunny day, where the kids go out to play