These streets are flooded with our lies,
Last breaths and meaningless goodbyes.
When you left it was cold and I was fast asleep.
I swear I never dreamt you'd leave.
Because in November each burning ember was aflame.
Chicago Street sunk underneath the cold,
So we stayed inside, but neither one of us could hold on till
New Year's Day when I should have said what I knew,
But I held my tongue.
But Somewhere with our dreams we let die
I have fixed my eyes.
These streets are flooded with our lies,
Last breaths and meaningless goodbyes.
On Jackson Street I swear I found out like the rest.
I tried to walk head high, but I was stumbling at best.
And every wish was well, but all I tried to tell was the truth.
But it came out wrong.
But somewhere with our dreams we let die
I have fixed my eyes.
These streets are flooded with our lies,
Last breaths and meaningless goodbyes.
credits
from It Can Kill,
released May 29, 2012
Jordan Banks - Electric Guitar, Vocals
Duane Chew - Electric Guitar, Vocals
Adam Jahn - Bass Guitar
Tory Kirgiss - Drums, Vocals
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