One, two, three, go.
Window meets a dressing and the roster
meets your blessing and still I can believe
it's temporary when you cross the doorway we won't reach our
former glory if you plan to confess who's been bleeding on your ceiling
I'm right, did she promise you that she'd need no life
do you think she'd make an understanding why
always breathe them through a straw
whining strikes the chorus if it's frightening
they'll ignore us on deaf ears it'll fall
wind and windows every waking hour is a countdown
till I roll in a bed it's a blessing second guessing I'm right
did she promise you that she'd need no life
do you think she'd make an understanding why
always breathe them through a straw
who's been bleeding on your ceiling
I'm right, I know I'm right
if I could make myself stop breathing I would
lean at this time