Текст песни:

Everybody on the count of three
Accept crime 1-2-3
Bethlehem to Galilee
Accept crime 1-2-3

Between the sheets, the voyeur watches you
And each caress takes us one step further from his tired truth
Say, we will be free to use our bodies as we please
We will be free to use our bodies as we please

Say hey! There′s no police!
Hey, there′s no police between two beating hearts
Hey! There′s no police!
Hey, there′s no police between two beating hearts

Let the clergy damn our every emotion
Until every impulse is a revolution
And will we know to bring good, we′ll let it carry us through
It′s your chance to use your disobedience
We will say:
We will be free to use our bodies as we please
We will be free to use our bodies as we please

Say hey! There′s no police!
Hey, there′s no police between two beating hearts
Hey! There′s no police!
There′s no police, no police between two beating hearts

I′ll feel no guilt
I won′t repent
Day to day I accept crime
And that′s for me to confess

Hey! There′s no police!
Hey, there′s no police between two beating hearts
Hey! There′s no police!
Hey, there′s no police between two beating hearts
Between two beating hearts [x4]
I know

@ Alexisonfire

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I′m not sure what′s worse
The waiting or the waiting room
"You′re next sir" becomes a cruel taunt to you
recycled air, the smell of sleep and disinfectant
Your god is a two door elevator

Do they even cure you
(cut me open drug me)
Or is it just to humour us before we die
(repair all my defects)
If only we could heal ourselves
We wouldn′t.. need to be hooked up to these machines

Whoa whoa whoa...

Let′s redefine (6x)
What it means to heal

Do they even cure you
(cut me open drug me)
Or is it just to humour us before we die
(repair all my defects)
If Only we could heal ourselves
We wouldn′t.. need to be hooked up to these machines

Whoa whoa whoa...

@ Alexisonfire

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This is really only all we have:
(Bury all of me)
Daytime. Twilight. Pitch black. Night light.
(Before I have a chance)
Coldest eyes, and the softest touch.
(To open my eyes and see you laughing.)
Daytime. Twilight. Pitch black. Night light.
These typed letters.
(Is this all we have?)
Beneath me.
(Or is this all just twilight beyond the skyline)
Fuck with these buttons and knobs long enough
(Blinding me)
And maybe things will... turn out fine.

Hide behind your crystal screen
And blow kisses at me.
...Said wouldn′t happen....
Go.
Write your name on my chest in kerosene.
Spark a match, and you, won′t, be cold again.

This is really only all we have:
Daytime. Twilight. Pitch black. Night light.

Coldest eyes.
You had the coldest eyes, and the softest touch.

Daytime. Twilight. Pitch black.
Light!

Gag and... destroy me.
Gag and... destroy me.

(Sorry I didn′t hear you)
I have a
(I was busy dying in the corner)
Collection of thunder that I stole
(Those three words)
I stole. That I stole.
(Destroyed every inch of me and...)
From your windowsill.
(Speaking.)
Stole...
From your windowsill.

@ Alexisonfire

Текст песни:

All blossoms die in the light of our new culture
Find your belief in that which cannot be discovered
Countless lessons lie in every fever dream
A million voices asking, what does it all mean?

I’ve lost all direction
I’ve lost all my direction
And now I wish, that I would have believed
Could have believed

Escape, escape
Nature’s indifferent hand
Retreat, retreat
To the bliss of our creation

We were born and raised
To live beyond
The heft and weight of a world undone
Like a bird from the north
Our hearts will roam in search of warmth

Two hands come together to pray for greater yields
Two poles of a compass guided by a field
In the mind of every man, two ghosts dance
Was this place made, or was it here by chance?
I’ve lost all direction
I’ve lost all my direction
And now I wish, that I would have believed
Could have believed

Escape, escape
Nature’s indifferent hand
Retreat, retreat
To the bliss of our creation

We were born and raised
To live beyond
The heft and weight of a world undone
Like a bird from the north
Our hearts will roam in search of warmth

Uncountable numbers written in new fallen snow
I can hear the claws of the beast tapping at my window
Nihilist sleeps and in dreams he sees god’s face
Realize even disbelief requires a leap of faith
From birth to death, we search for what’s yet to be known
We and hope and pray and ask, but we are never shown

Born and raised to live beyond
The heft and weight of a world undone
Like a bird from the north
Our hearts will roam in search of warmth

We were born and raised

@ Alexisonfire

Текст песни:

This burden′s not a heavy one
But I assure you, it′s present
This burden′s not a heavy one
But I assure you

You say that you′re in control
You say that you are
I can′t think of a time
When you looked less alive
You said, "Wait until light, my dear"
Just wait until light
One more day will go by
Maybe today you should try
Look past the mirror and find
Look past the mirror
That there′s something inside
Something more to your life
My words won′t heal you now
My words won′t heal
It is you who decides
It is you who decides

This burden′s not a heavy one
But I assure you, it′s present
This burden′s not a heavy one
I assure you

Believe that you are just fine
Believe that you are
You′ll feel so alive
You′ll feel so alive
Be what you are now (be what you are)
Be what you are
Do not keep it inside
That hate will not subside
Be what you are now (be what you are)
Be what you are
Do not keep it inside
That hate will not subside

It′s you, decide
It′s you, decide

So alive
So alive

This burden′s not a heavy one
But I assure, I assure you
This burden′s not a heavy one
Not a heavy one
Not a heavy one

@ Alexisonfire

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Jennifer,
They lied to you.
When they said you couldn′t breathe underwater.
(So here it is, the end is near)
I lied, too, when I said that I was hard.
(Never would′ve thought this might be something you′d so easily discard)
I′m soft...
Softer...
(Now I see it all so clear)
Than a...
(So it seems that when you turned away, you...)
Thrift store...
(Left...)
Thrift store...
(A scar)
Thrift store...
Sweater.
Twice as worn in.
Twice as worn in.

I was cast away once,
But I will be found again.
This I promise you.
Promise you

@ Alexisonfire

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YEAH!

This town is going under.

The temperature′s through the floor
Your fingers are turning black
There′s a crisis knocking at your door

One nine seven seven
One nine seven seven

You had better try to make it home
The snow is getting too deep to drive
Your car might be your coffin

One nine seven seven
One nine seven seven

We′re never gonna see the summer,
This season is coming, long and hard.
Yeah this town is going under
This season′s going to kill us all.

Catch the snowflakes little children
Count them as they bury you alive
Count them as they choke the road ways
A blizzard′s coming in the year punk died

One nine seven seven

This season has left us all helpless
I can′t see and even God is blind
And deaf to all your prayers

One nine seven seven
One nine seven seven

There′s nothing that you can do
The weathers stronger than us all
The sky is going to crush you

One nine seven seven
One nine seven seven

This season′s growing cold
I fear that this could be the end
There′s no sign of hope
We′ve got a crisis on our hands.

The junkie is stuck indoors
Pretty soon he′s gonna need a fix
But the weather′s not gonna let him
He′s starting to get the itch

The season′s holding us all hostage
Better do whatever it demands
Nature knows that we′ve got a crisis
Weighing on our frost bitten hands

(One)
There′s nothing that you can do
The sky is gonna crush you.
(Nine)
There′s nothing that you can do
The sky is gonna crush you.
(Seven)
There′s nothing that you can do
The sky is gonna crush you.
(Seven)
There′s nothing that you can do
The sky is gonna crush you.

This season′s growing cold
I fear that this could be the end
And there′s no sign of hope
We′ve got a crisis on our hands

@ Alexisonfire

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Pregnant teens on the Barton street bus
Hard-up people living off crust
And there’s a beat-up town car - it’s starting to ruse
Hard soles are kicking up dust
Half a million people living in the corpse of the brown brick 50’s
To the north, all the small town outcasts are now big city bourgeoisie

All the boys in the halfway houses
Wave to the girls of Emerald Street

Our calloused fingers, blood red on the brick - but we hold on
We’ll never falter, though they want us to slip - we hold on

The desperate, downtown stealing bikes
Drunks in the village are picking fights

So, police like the streets to read them their rights
No controlling hot summer nights
The sun goes down on the edge of town, at the end of everyday
We sit and watch the stacks, on fire, to the east across the bay

All the boys in the halfway houses
Wave to the girls of Emerald Street

Our calloused fingers, blood red on the brick - but we hold on
We’ll never falter, though they want us to slip - we hold on

There’s something in the church belfry
On the corner of Victoria and king
And it screams out into the night
It sings this city’s plight

All the boys in the halfway houses
Wave to the girls of Emerald Street

Our calloused fingers, blood red on the brick - but we hold on
We’ll never falter, though they want us to slip - we hold on

@ Alexisonfire

Текст песни:

"So make sure you love like you′ve never been hurt
and when you dance, dance like there′s no one watching you"

′Cause you can waste your time, redefining the day that music died
Or you can spend your life, guilt free and ostracized
′Cause all the fashion in the world can′t save you now
It′s something, I′ll write it down for you

′Cause this shit is not about pants
And this shit′s not about shirts
And this shit is definitly not about hair
This shit is having a good fucking time
Maybe music isn′t dead
Maybe music isn′t dead
Maybe we all just forgot what it fucking sounded like
They forgot!
They forgot!

′Cause you can waste your time, redefining the day that music died
And you can spend your life, guilt free and ostracized
′Cause all the fashion in the world can′t save you now
It′s something, I′ll write it down for you

My greatest gift to you
is a dance floor
free from insecurity

@ Alexisonfire