Transit - Give Up Your Ghost lyrics
[Transit - Give Up Your Ghost lyrics]
Paint black the card when you
Put it at my place
Burn away the scar and from
My memory erase like
In the morning when the dreams are gone
In a history of words there's
Bound to be some lies
Thats why we work in motion
Breaking hearts with severed ties
Now just tell me who's side you're on
When teenage fucking angst meets with
Adult fucking rage and
It all comes together on
A tired fucking stage
And all we've got left is this song
Of all the bleeding hearts in
All the fucking towns who'd
Know it'd be our own that brings us down
Send a letter once you've gone
We cut our teeth on the road
Face blown red by the wind
Searching for something to hold
Getting knocked down
Picked ourselves up again
We're bringing it back soaked in blood
Holding our heads in our hands
Nursing continental wounds and praying
For some good friends
So we see it's not all it's meant to be
We took the lies for granted
And now it's plain to
See that in the end we all were wrong
Broke and beaten, this highways fucking cold
A million miles from nowhere and the
Last soul has been sold
We should have known this all along
Miss the sound of the suburbs and
The phone that speaks your name
Words lost on you
Now we're down to our last bit of luck
Caution blown away by the wind
All because we gave a fuck
And never wanted to end
We're bringing it back soaked in blood
Holding our fucking heads in our hands
Nursing continental wounds and praying
For some good friends
Praying for some short ends
Put it at my place
Burn away the scar and from
My memory erase like
In the morning when the dreams are gone
In a history of words there's
Bound to be some lies
Thats why we work in motion
Breaking hearts with severed ties
Now just tell me who's side you're on
When teenage fucking angst meets with
Adult fucking rage and
It all comes together on
A tired fucking stage
And all we've got left is this song
Of all the bleeding hearts in
All the fucking towns who'd
Know it'd be our own that brings us down
Send a letter once you've gone
We cut our teeth on the road
Face blown red by the wind
Searching for something to hold
Getting knocked down
Picked ourselves up again
We're bringing it back soaked in blood
Holding our heads in our hands
Nursing continental wounds and praying
For some good friends
So we see it's not all it's meant to be
We took the lies for granted
And now it's plain to
See that in the end we all were wrong
Broke and beaten, this highways fucking cold
A million miles from nowhere and the
Last soul has been sold
We should have known this all along
Miss the sound of the suburbs and
The phone that speaks your name
Words lost on you
Now we're down to our last bit of luck
Caution blown away by the wind
All because we gave a fuck
And never wanted to end
We're bringing it back soaked in blood
Holding our fucking heads in our hands
Nursing continental wounds and praying
For some good friends
Praying for some short ends