Ba-da ba ba-da ba ba da

Ba-da ba ba-da ba ba da

HERE WE GO AGAIN


Go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To BURY THE CASTLE, BURY THE CASTLE

Can't help it
Girl can't help it

*bow*

Faint of Heart

I am loving this song... for some reason.
O_o

The Velorium Camper I: Faint Of Hearts
by Coheed and Cambria

With the worries that I'd give her in they told the worst of me
With my wanting just to hold your neck in my arms and feel me squeeze
No I'm not going to give you what you want so if you please
The sin that shapes your voice carries my ears this new disease

[Chorus:]
Did somebody take your tongue?
In worries of the words that you couldn't say if they could've saved them from
But I don't want to sleep without so I bid to you goodnight
Tonight, sleep tight, my love

The anxious through the calming storm you'll sit as you pray for rain
I'll touch it if you ask me to but how is up to you
No I'm not going to let you get up if you struggle willingly
I'll favor all your form to show you how its been done to me

[Chorus]

With all the words you say...you'll save

You were so well behaved
As you arched and made your way
This gift for you engraved
The shift as you stretch your legs
You were so well behaved
You were so well
Who taught these tricks that make...you were so well behaved

If the world stops turning girl you better not stop when I say
If there was nothing you could do to stop it why'd you try
Then the ground starts parting through the silence as you woke up the dead
Everything here dies alone...

But I'm not quite sure what you've been told
On labor day, Uh, I'm not starting with you but the faint of heart
While worries wait
But I'm not quite sure what this unfolds
On labor day, Uh, I'm not starting with you but the faint of heart

[Chorus]

(With all the words you say)
Did somebody take your tongue?
In worries of the words that you couldn't say if they could've saved them from
(With all the words you say)
But I don't want to sleep without so I bid to you goodnight
Tonight, sleep tight, my gun

courtesy of: http://www.plyrics.com/

For the Sake of Posting

I'm throwing away pictures
That i never should have taken in the first place
And it's cold in my apartment
As i'm changing all the colors
From the brightest reds to grays

Well it's 3 o'clock on monday morning
I'm just hoping you're not seeing his face
I've been getting calls in these hotel rooms
Long enough to know that it was him
That took my place

And i hope this makes you happy now
That the flame we had is burning out
And i hope you like your pictures facing down
As even broken hearts may have their doubts

And i'm burning all the letters
Hoping that i might forget her and her bad taste
That she left when she was leaving me
A life of barely breathing as she walked
Out of this place

And you dropped the note and we changed key
You changed yourself and i changed me
I really didn't see us singing through this
Then you screamed the bridge
And i cried the verse
And our chorus came out unrehearsed
And you smiled the whole way through it
I guess maybe that's what's worse

And i hope this makes you happy now
That the flame we had is burning out
And i hope you like your pictures facing down
As even broken hearts may have their doubts

And i'm taking all your memories off the shelf
And i don't need you or anybody else
So take a look at me
See what you want to see
When you get home

Take me home
I'd rather die than be with you
Take me home
You have a problem with the truth
Take me home
Because this happens every time
I knew it would...
I knew it would...

Take me home
I'd rather die than be with you
Take me home
You have a problem with the truth
Take me home
Because this happens every time
And i knew it would...
I knew it would...

And i hope this makes you happy now
That the flame we had is burning out
And i hope you like your pictures facing down
As even broken hearts may have their doubts

And i'm taking all your memories off the shelf
And i don't need you or anybody else
So take a look at me
See what you want to see
When you get home


*sigh* Quite a stressful day.

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