Tides of glass, return to ash.In the dawn, we follow the path away from the sun.Shadows cast in wake of the past.Reaching out, into the dark and out of the light.Crawling underneat...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Birthday Massacre
Plastic blue invitations in my roomI've been waiting here for youReservations made for twoSunlight fadingBlack tongues speak faster than the car can crashYou supply the rumours, an...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Birthday Massacre
It's safe to say there's only nowA place called home is justa memory awayI know I've done this all beforeA thousands silent voicesbegging me to stayApologies all left unsaidSecrets...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Birthday Massacre
He watches her while she is sleepingHe wonders if he could watch her foreverHe wants to know every secret she keepsHe wants to know what it is that keeps them togetherHe doesn't kn...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Birthday Massacre
There's a path running under the cityWhere the stones and the hills divideThere's a path we can walk through the loss and the pityShe's out of the light, she thought it'd be saferS...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Birthday Massacre
Watching out the windowthe room's been dark since yesterdayMaking sure the door's lockedMaking sure the toys are put awayI know a secretyou disappear without a soundTie it up and t...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Birthday Massacre
Best of cruel intentionsFinding what they fail to mentionNo truth, all pretensionRaise your hand to give attentionYou'd give itWe'd take itYou'd build itWe'd break itYou silently e...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Birthday Massacre
Praise the white-handed queenThe gold and the green I give to herFrom this broken heartBy nail and by toothThe blood of my youth flows over herFalling like the rain. Falling like t...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Birthday Massacre
I think my friend said, "I hear footsteps."I wore my black and white dress to theBirthday massacre, birthday massacre, birthdayI wore my black and white dressI think my friend said...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Birthday Massacre
Her voice cuts through the wallsRings through everything that's hollowThese bitter words recallAll that's left and hard to swallowShe was always good for nothing when the good brok...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Birthday Massacre