Crimson lyrics

Like the pills in your hand, I'll never let you down
And like the bugs in your bed, under my skin now
Devouring all that's left of me
Devouring all that's left of me

In the palm of your hand, a resting place
All the guilt in the land resting on me
And we're crushing beneath it, falling beside ourselves
And we're wishing to break this neverending spell

There's a lightning storm each and every night
Crashing inside you like motorbikes
We toss and turn, sleep so loud
Grind the teeth in our empty mouths
Our empty

There's a forest fire burning bright
Spreading quickly towards our last rights
Nowhere to run, pointless to hide
Just lay there and scream, pretending to try
Pretending

Intending to burn, pretending to fight it

Calling all cars or coroners, we got a dead one here
And anybody else receiving this, the west coast is far from clear
Like a time bomb, a sudden death
It's gonna find you when you least expect
It's gonna leave you the emptiest feeling inside

They found me face down in the street
On the night you left to find, another place to sleep
In rain and regret

Not sure how this is supposed to feel
Cutting like a red hot knife of surgical steel
Brought flesh from the autoclave.
She came, she came with sterile warning
Screaming from her blade, "I want to make you bleed."

I watched them fall in line, as I fell victim
To double suicide on your television
We heard our records backwards too many times
I'm wasting my breath, we're wasting our time

I am waiting 'til there's nothing left
I'm a prayer, all you see is breath
I am empty, I am skin and bones, I'm a ribcage
Well, I'm out the door with apathy
But I'm coming home with sympathy
I am realized, I am shamed, I choose to stay here

You got a sign, so I paid the ransom
You felt sorry, so I felt the wrath come
Had a nice grip on my life 'til you twisted my arm
My arm

It's been a long day living with this
It's been a long time since I felt so sick
I took a long walk straight back home
I could've walked back to San Francisco
I used to long for time alone
I used to long for a place of my own
now I'm losing faith in everything
I'm lost, so lost, i'm lost at sea, you'll see

I used to long for broken bones
I used to long for a casket to call my own

Here we are again with handguns for hearts
They had a master plan, wanted to tear us apart
Nothing to hold. All hope deleted
Our demise has been completed now
Nowhere left to go but

Down, the flames of hell they give me hope
I Drowned in oceans of this tragic part of
Town, where nothing's heard for miles but the
Sound of children wishing they were safely underground

It's not so much a storm, but just a cloud that lives inside of me
He doesn't stir so easily these days, but when he wakes
He goes the distance in a marathon of days too long
Open containers that sing songs "you'll never dream again, but you can pray"

I guess we only settle in to what we know.
I guess we always settle in. And we know...

Over and out of it for one more plane ride out
Not sure, and never was if this will all head south, or what
Wait here a month or two will pass, I'm sure I won't
Faith dear, enough to get you by until we're home

I wish, I don't wish I still smoked
I wish, I wrote you one original note

Take me home, tuck me in
Moon go down, do it again
take me home, tuck me in
Moon go down, do it again

It's not just the pain, the pain in my back
That laughs in my face, my face every night
Or the poison that took my lungs
That keeps me from feeling warm.

But how could a rooftop view in London
Look just the same as one in Brooklyn?
Nothing has changed but now I fight with words
And I can't see so good.

And there's got to be more, much more than this.

There's someone down below blowing you a kiss.
They watch from their windows
as all arms fall to their sides,
and all eyes fix on the death of tomorrow.
And you found everything you need
to make a life complete,
completely revolting and they have safety and relief
For sale down the street.
I see you in line every day

You had time to waste and I'm not sorry,
such a basket case, hide the cutlery.

We're the things that go bump in the night that you can't see
Yeah, we're the mishaps that always happen in threes
This ain't no rocket science, no big mystery
Why the light of day is shown to us is absolutely meaningless to me

Well first things first, we've gotta find a way
To make the beauty of the nighttime last all day
We'll do our very best to keep our appetites in check