Chapter Thirteen: the Hero Appears Songtext

von The Lawrence Arms

The Well Went Dry. The Blood Turned Out.
I Scraped Through A Thousand Layers Of Paint Like Years.
The Secret's In. Congested Grins Sigh.
I'm Trying To Find Places To Breathe Now.
If This Were A Book I'd Call This Song The Final Chapter.
If You Read It You'd Be Laughing.
If It Could End Right Now The Last Lines Would Be...
My Body Jolted In And Out Of Stolen Soundwaves.
The World Expands Or Shrinks On Any Given Monday...
Tuesday Evening Dyes A Room Blue.
Friday's Window Has It's Own View.
Good Friend, How Loud Do You Want Life To
Shout Her Answers In Your Ear?
Streetlights Are Streaming By On Stiff Necks.
Connected Blurs Brand The Design Of Things.
Keep On Counting Then Or Maybe Hold Your Breathe.
I'm Trying To Exhale You Softly.
Don't Be So Vain. I'm Not Impressed In Past Tense.
I Don't Do Impressions.
The Blood Has Dried. Now I Can Wash My Hands With Tears You Cried.
If You Could Frame This Feeling
At Night It Would Whisper To Me.