this song is so great . . . . hope it works , it does for me . . .
Am Em
he wants to die in a lake in geneva , the mountains can cover the shape of his nose .
Am Em
he wants to die where nobody can see him but the beauty of his death
will carry on so . . .
Am Em
i dont believe him .
Am
Em
he greets me with kisses when good days deceive him and sometimes with scorn and
sometimes i believe him ,
Am
Em
and sometimes i’m convinced my friends think i Am crazy , get scared and call him but
he’s usually hazy .
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * very easy , just continue in this way . . . * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
by one in the morning day is not ended , by two he is scared and sleep is no friend , and
by four he will drink but cannot feel it , sleep will not come because sleep does not
will it and i dont believe him .
morning is mocking me .
i’ll wander the streets avoiding them eats until the ring on my finger slips to the ground .
a gift to the gutter , a gift to the city the veins of which have broken me down .
and i dont believe him , morning is mocking me .
oh the gods that he believes never fail to amaze me .
he believes in the love of his god of all things , but i find him wrapped up in all
manner of sins .
the drugs that deceive him and the girls that believe him .
i can’t control you i dont know you well , these are the reasons i think that you’re ill .
i can’t control you i dont know you well , these are the reasons i think that you’re ill .
find more lyrics at www . sweetslyrics . com
and since last that we parted last that i saw him down by a river silent and hardened ,
morning was mocking us . blood hit the sky .
i was just happy , my manic and i
he couldn’t see me the sun was in his eyes and birds were singing to calm us down . and
birds were singing to calm us down .
and i’m sorry young man , i cannot be your friend . i don’t believe in a fairytale end . i
dont keep my head up all of the time .
i find it dull when my heart meets my mind
though i hardly know you i think i can tell , these are the reasons i think that we’re ill .
i hardly know you i think i can tell , these are the reasons i think that i’m ill .
and the gods that he believes never fail to disappoint me .
and the gods that he believes never fail to disappoint me .
my * nihilist , my * happy man my manic and i have no plans to move on .
the birds are singing to calm us down
and birds are singing to calm us down .
this song is so great . . . . hope it works , it does for me . . .
Am Em
he wants to die in a lake in geneva , the mountains can cover the shape of his nose .
Am Em
he wants to die where nobody can see him but the beauty of his death
will carry on so . . .
Am Em
i dont believe him .
Am
Em
he greets me with kisses when good days deceive him and sometimes with scorn and
sometimes i believe him ,
Am
Em
and sometimes i’m convinced my friends think i Am crazy , get scared and call him but
he’s usually hazy .
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * very easy , just continue in this way . . . * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
by one in the morning day is not ended , by two he is scared and sleep is no friend , and
by four he will drink but cannot feel it , sleep will not come because sleep does not
will it and i dont believe him .
morning is mocking me .
i’ll wander the streets avoiding them eats until the ring on my finger slips to the ground .
a gift to the gutter , a gift to the city the veins of which have broken me down .
and i dont believe him , morning is mocking me .
oh the gods that he believes never fail to amaze me .
he believes in the love of his god of all things , but i find him wrapped up in all
manner of sins .
the drugs that deceive him and the girls that believe him .
i can’t control you i dont know you well , these are the reasons i think that you’re ill .
i can’t control you i dont know you well , these are the reasons i think that you’re ill .
find more lyrics at www . sweetslyrics . com
and since last that we parted last that i saw him down by a river silent and hardened ,
morning was mocking us . blood hit the sky .
i was just happy , my manic and i
he couldn’t see me the sun was in his eyes and birds were singing to calm us down . and
birds were singing to calm us down .
and i’m sorry young man , i cannot be your friend . i don’t believe in a fairytale end . i
dont keep my head up all of the time .
i find it dull when my heart meets my mind
though i hardly know you i think i can tell , these are the reasons i think that we’re ill .
i hardly know you i think i can tell , these are the reasons i think that i’m ill .
and the gods that he believes never fail to disappoint me .
and the gods that he believes never fail to disappoint me .
my * nihilist , my * happy man my manic and i have no plans to move on .
the birds are singing to calm us down
and birds are singing to calm us down .
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