Tác giả: Ryan Ross
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Panic! At The Disco
A daydream spills from my corked head. Breaks free of my wooden neck. Left a nod over sleeping waves. Like bobbing bait for bathing cod. Floating flocks of candled swans. Slowly drift across wax ponds. The men all played.
Tác giả: Ryan Ross
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Panic! At The Disco
It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Fremont Street. Appealing only because they are just that un-appealing. Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering. The rooms have a hint.
Tác giả: Ryan Ross
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Panic! At The Disco
Now I'm of consenting age to be forgetting you in a cabaret. Somewhere downtown where a burlesque queen may even ask my name. As she sheds her skin on stage. I'm seated and sweating to a dance song on the club's P.A. The.
Tác giả: Ryan Ross
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Panic! At The Disco
The I.V. and your hospital bed. This was no accident. This was a therapeutic chain of events. This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor. This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital. It's not so.
Tác giả: Ryan Ross
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Panic! At The Disco
Clouds are marching along singing a song just like they do. If the clouds were singing a song I'd sing along wouldn't you too? If you just knew what they could do. Oh if you just knew what would they do? And if the birds.
Tác giả: Ryan Ross
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Panic! At The Disco
Lying there. With a halo in her hair she cried. There are feathers everywhere. But it's fine. You do this all the time. Crying now. Through a rusted smile she knows. This isn't how he paid the bills before. Drug farm.
Tác giả: Ryan Ross
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Panic! At The Disco
Give us this day our daily dose of faux affliction. Forgive our sins. Forged at the pulpit with forked tongues selling faux sermons. 'Cause I am a new wave gospel sharp, and you'll be thy witness. So gentlemen, if you're.
Tác giả: Ryan Ross
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Panic! At The Disco
Stop stalling, make a name for yourself. Boy you better put that pen to paper, charm your way out. If you talk you better walk you better back your shit up. With more than good hooks while you're all under the gun. Start.
Tác giả: Ryan Ross
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Ryan Ross
Come save me from walking off a windowsill. Or I'll sleep in the rain. Don't you remember when I was a bird. And you were a map? Now he drags down miles in America. Briefcase in hand. The stove is creeping up his spine.
Tác giả: Ryan Ross
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Panic! At The Disco
Watch your mouth. Oh, oh, oh. Because your speech is slurred enough. That you just might swallow your tongue. I'm sure you'd want, want to give up the ghost. With just a little more poise than that. Or was it God who.