SilverchairStaging A Traffic Jam

A burning bridge Staging a traffic jam Intention stained upon expression Eyes the sky's darkest clouds Constipated mountains of condensation *At the start there was innocence Breaks my heart doesn't make no sense just start again that's the recompense just learning to fly In a sense Its innosence Its my only defense On a guilt trip And being held hostage I'll wrap my heart around you I'll wrap my arms around you Falling down the stairs *See this chair see this empty room There's my heart there's my open wound 'cause the end always comes too soon just try to get by! © 2018