the gunman is holding his fire
and the eagle is soaring higher
and this love is want and desire
but I can't find it any longer.
the train is boarding the station
and the waiting is like the waste
of every single story
that were lies about this place
take this away from me
fill this sink with
endless china and my
wordless dreams
the pictures are but a liar
their stories written through snowstorms
and my drink is candy and whiskey
every night and day
the gunman is holding his fire
and the eagle is soaring higher
and this love is want and desire
but I can't find it any longer.
and i miss you i guess
and i miss you i guess
and i miss you i guess
and i miss you i guess
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 8:35 PM UTC
the gunman is holding his fire
and the eagle is soaring higher
and this love is want and desire
but I can't find it any longer.
the train is boarding the station
and the waiting is like the waste
of every single story
that were lies about this place
take this away from me
fill this sink with
endless china and my
wordless dreams
the pictures are but a liar
their stories written through snowstorms
and my drink is candy and whiskey
every night and day
the gunman is holding his fire
and the eagle is soaring higher
and this love is want and desire
but I can't find it any longer.
and i miss you i guess
and i miss you i guess
and i miss you i guess
and i miss you i guess
