Letra de The weakends

Quicksand is a coat of arms
looseleaf and some liquid fiction.
last Rites every Friday night,
am I weaker with the lights on?

High tide tight around the neck,
the same song everybody´s bleeding.
what makes me so different?
the insides work the same.

You ever fear the dark impressions of your future?
the slightest gravestone whisper?
the stillness of your heart?
i feel it growing dark.
a fever inching deeper,
a fever inching to the core.

I´ll kick tomorrow,
fight back at the pouring rain.
i´ll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain.
i´ll kick tomorrow,
fight back at the pouring rain.
i´ll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain.

Shorelines all around the world,
bright lights and some heavy breathing.
lipstick and the dagger´s kiss-
just a figment of a feeling.

Hands pressed up against the chest,
holding out for the big connection.
last lunge never looked so good,
it´s a junk show all the way.

As years go crashing by,
i think of all I´ve pondered,
so many minutes squandered,
so many things undone.
i´ve tried to figure out
how many lives I´ve wasted waiting for the perfect time to start.

I´ll kick tomorrow,
fight back at the pouring rain.
i´ll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain.
i´ll kick tomorrow,
fight back at the pouring rain.
i´ll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain.

I´ll kick tomorrow...
I´ll send the weak ends...
I´ll kick tomorrow...
I´ll send the weak ends...
I´ll kick tomorrow...
I´ll send the weak ends...
I´ll kick tomorrow... (fight back at the pouring rain)
i´ll send the weak ends... (fight back at the pouring rain)

I´ll kick tomorrow,
fight back at the pouring rain.
i´ll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain.
i´ll kick tomorrow,
fight back at the pouring rain.
i´ll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain.