Circa Survive - Suspending Disbelief lyrics
[Circa Survive - Suspending Disbelief lyrics]
Twilight army coming home
Armor made of stone
He who recollects, forgive us
He who recollects, forgive us
On the way down
We understand what it means to break down
On the way out you decide you believe that
On the way out it's too late
It's the same old lines you all used to know
It's the same old lines you all used to know
Trembling with no limbs
Crow skin a perpetual startled breed
The ache, no one to fight
The writing was still traced and shy and
Never really aimed to show you
We understand what it means to break down
On the way out you decide you believe that
On the way out it's too late
It's the same old lines you all used to know
It's the same old lines you all used to know
Still retching, you only know what's good for
Mistaken but you were always
Once before you know
We understand what it means to break down
And on the way out you decide you believe
That on the way out it's too late
It's the same old lines you all used to know
It's the same old lines you all used to know
Armor made of stone
He who recollects, forgive us
He who recollects, forgive us
On the way down
We understand what it means to break down
On the way out you decide you believe that
On the way out it's too late
It's the same old lines you all used to know
It's the same old lines you all used to know
Trembling with no limbs
Crow skin a perpetual startled breed
The ache, no one to fight
The writing was still traced and shy and
Never really aimed to show you
We understand what it means to break down
On the way out you decide you believe that
On the way out it's too late
It's the same old lines you all used to know
It's the same old lines you all used to know
Still retching, you only know what's good for
Mistaken but you were always
Once before you know
We understand what it means to break down
And on the way out you decide you believe
That on the way out it's too late
It's the same old lines you all used to know
It's the same old lines you all used to know