lyrics
I’m a jealous man, but I hold no grudge,
All my best friends are sinners and poets and drunks from a town I once loved,
Because I lost it all, between war and peace,
And I’ve been trying to anchor it down in the roughest of seas,
But my heart won’t appease,
We’ve been singing the same old songs since 17,
And we can drink away all of our problems and still keep it clean,
Now we’re older and tired and grey, and the melancholy swims through our veins,
The skin and the ink is what remains,
To run from your life, it’s a terrible thing,
When filling the void, brings terrible things,
There’s a hole in my heart, and it harbours the sea,
We’re leaving without you and your spirit is so weak,
We’ve been singing the same old songs since 17,
And we can drink away all of our problems and still keep it clean,
No we’re older and tired and grey and the melancholy swims through our veins,
The skin and the ink is what remains,
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from
Symptoms,
released November 24, 2014
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