Shins, The

Those Bold City Girls
You Slide out at night to show yourself you mean to hang yourself on the wall with the hems you call your friends. You've memorized a thousand lines and kissed a thousand guys but none packed more than wood. And still you wake up, the taste of the night before has grown somehow. You take off your makeup, you're free from their eyes and all they laugh about. Sailboats that never float and lids of lead Letras de cancionesthat hold your ego down. What's it take to bend the lens? Well as you can see I really know but I can't amend the trend towards the rocks wielding the knives beneath your breast and all the the waves that never break within our sight. So come on treat me right. If you could keep him you'd dub him "The rock what aced 'em two to one" but the powder from your empty boxes was ground from your whole empty youth. And so you woke up, the taste of the night before has grown somehow. You take off your makeup, and you're free from their eyes and all they laugh about. From Letras Mania