Album: Devil (2014)Sunny Days & Hand GrenadesThe moonlight is calling your attention.
And I don't think I can make a sound.
The champagne has died.
I heard the cry of what might have been
The sound lights up the air like the stars in the sky.
And you don't want to say a word.
I'd rather show you what's on my mind.
A stitch, a touch, a spit shot of lemonade.
On a sunny day, where the kids won't go out to play.
Shadows for suburban homes
I'm so scared of the things that I'll never know.
I put all of my faith in a dial tone.
They say they be there but,
You know they won't.
You know they won't.
The sunlight is demanding your affection.
And my eyes won't leave the ground.
The champagne, it died.
I heard the cries from inside your skin.
The shell that top the air like a starlet when she dies.
And you don't want to say a word.
The eulogies are all mine.
A snitch, a crutch, a weak spot, a hand grenade.
On a sunny day, where the kids won't go out to play.
Shadows for suburban homes.
I'm so scared of the things that I'll never know.
I put all of my faith in a dial tone.
They say they be there but,
You know they won't.
You know they won't.
Welcome to society's idea of a perfect family
With a love straight from a fairy tale
And two perfect little angels.
Take a seat, sit right down, and welcome to all of the lies
The tension, the guilt, the hate, the unspoken misery
Cheating, faking, hiding, pretending
Neglecting, demeaning, fighting
The resentment, the drugs, the abuse!
Have a seat, get uncomfortable, and enjoy the show.
A stitch, a touch, a spit shot of lemonade.
On a sunny day, where the kids go out to play.
Shadows for suburban homes.
I'm so scared of the things that I'll never know.
I put all of my faith in a dial tone.
They say they be there but,
You know they won't.
You know they won't.
