Letra de In Memory of Satan (The Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 3)
Got my paintbox out last night Stayed up late and wrecked this place Woke up on the floor again Cellphone stuck to the side of my faceDead space on the other end Perfect howl of emptiness Cast my gaze around the room Someone needs to clean up this messTape up the windows Call in a favor from an old friendMake some scratches on my floor Crawl down on my hands and knees In old movies people scream Choking on their fists When they see shadows like these But no one screams, 'cause it's just me Wrapped up, so tide in myself Never gonna get freeSomething sacred, something blue Cannons in the harbor dawnI'm sorry, I fucked up the chord twice We gotta, we gotta do it again, that was so good It's alright, nah, I fucked up a bunch I, I'd like I was like "What, what am I doing at the top? And then I realize, oh, I don't play at the top" Right, but it was good I wanna play at the top again No, no, no, I don't like because, it's 'cause I wanna come in like, yeah, noI shouldn't be playing at the top Oh, you, oh, you wanna split Can we, can me and John still playing at the top? Well, yeah, you guys I'm just keeping time, where do I come in? Oh, so here's the thing No, normally, normally I feel like, oh, here's the thing I'm kind of, I'm kind of a prize machine Alright, alright In memory of SatanGot my paintbox out last night Stayed up late and wrecked this place Woke up on the floor again Cellphone stuck to the side of my faceDead space on the other end Perfect howl of emptiness Cast my gaze around the room Someone needs to clean up this messTape up the windows Call in a favor from an old friendMake some scratches on my floor Crawl down on my hands and knees In old movies people scream Choking on their fists When they see shadows like these But no one screams, cause it's just me Wrapped up, so tied in myself I will never get free, I will never get freeSomething sacred, something blue Cannons in the harbor dawn I crawled down here to dig up your bones One good season then I'm gone Black drapes over the crosses Let me call in a favor from an old friend From an old friendI miss, uh, playing music with you all the time Miss it all the time Or your guitar station behind