Protest The Hero - Gardenias lyrics
[Protest The Hero - Gardenias lyrics]
The hapless hills of Hollywood
Hide halfhearted happiness
A hardened heroine hangs her head
Hear her hyperventilate
Here her hands had hammered home
Her half-written history
With her heart in her hands
Her hands stopped holding on
A penny for your thoughts
A quarter for the show
The truth should turn to rot
Whichever way the wind blows
The truth, yes a blonde
Despondent from her failures
Fury rages claiming innocence lost
That spawned chaotic behaviors
A handbag and some women’s shoes
Hidden on the forest floor
Discovered by a hiker on the hill
Haphazardly hanging out was
Her self-destruction
And her handwritten history
"I’m afraid I’m a coward
I’m sorry for everything"
A penny for your thoughts
A quarter for the show
The truth should turn to rot
Whichever way the wind blows
A penny for your thoughts
A quarter for the show
The truth should turn to rot
Whichever way the wind blows
The truth, yes a blonde
Couldn’t give a shit about her failures
Suffering in silence of a chemical imbalance
That spawned erratic behavior
The truth, yes a blonde, yes a blond
Yes a blonde apparent in the night
But absent come the dawn
The truth, yes a blonde, yes a blond
Yes a blonde apparent in the night
But absent come the dawn
Where is the country I came here to find?
It’s running it's hands through my hair
Its borders and boundaries
Are clearly defined
It’s forty-five feet through the air
Only the night sky will witness my flight
Without so much as a care
Out past the margins of all that’s finite
Forty-five feet through the air
It’s forty-five feet from here to there
It’s forty-five feet through the air
Forty-five feet to bliss from despair
Only forty-five feet through the air
It’s forty-five feet from here to there
It’s forty-five feet through the air
Forty-five feet to bliss from despair
Only forty-five feet through the air
It’s forty-five feet from here to there
It’s forty-five feet through the air
Forty-five feet to bliss from despair
Only forty-five feet through the air
The world rushes past and
It’s softly obscured
By the quiet and stillness of death
Take from me this body
It’s all that I have left
Floating effortlessly
The scent of gardenias in the air
A veil should mask her face
And her short blonde hair
Hide halfhearted happiness
A hardened heroine hangs her head
Hear her hyperventilate
Here her hands had hammered home
Her half-written history
With her heart in her hands
Her hands stopped holding on
A penny for your thoughts
A quarter for the show
The truth should turn to rot
Whichever way the wind blows
The truth, yes a blonde
Despondent from her failures
Fury rages claiming innocence lost
That spawned chaotic behaviors
A handbag and some women’s shoes
Hidden on the forest floor
Discovered by a hiker on the hill
Haphazardly hanging out was
Her self-destruction
And her handwritten history
"I’m afraid I’m a coward
I’m sorry for everything"
A penny for your thoughts
A quarter for the show
The truth should turn to rot
Whichever way the wind blows
A penny for your thoughts
A quarter for the show
The truth should turn to rot
Whichever way the wind blows
The truth, yes a blonde
Couldn’t give a shit about her failures
Suffering in silence of a chemical imbalance
That spawned erratic behavior
The truth, yes a blonde, yes a blond
Yes a blonde apparent in the night
But absent come the dawn
The truth, yes a blonde, yes a blond
Yes a blonde apparent in the night
But absent come the dawn
Where is the country I came here to find?
It’s running it's hands through my hair
Its borders and boundaries
Are clearly defined
It’s forty-five feet through the air
Only the night sky will witness my flight
Without so much as a care
Out past the margins of all that’s finite
Forty-five feet through the air
It’s forty-five feet from here to there
It’s forty-five feet through the air
Forty-five feet to bliss from despair
Only forty-five feet through the air
It’s forty-five feet from here to there
It’s forty-five feet through the air
Forty-five feet to bliss from despair
Only forty-five feet through the air
It’s forty-five feet from here to there
It’s forty-five feet through the air
Forty-five feet to bliss from despair
Only forty-five feet through the air
The world rushes past and
It’s softly obscured
By the quiet and stillness of death
Take from me this body
It’s all that I have left
Floating effortlessly
The scent of gardenias in the air
A veil should mask her face
And her short blonde hair