Luyện nghe bài hát Ceilings Crack

Passed out in your
My clothes soaking in the morning rain
My head's just a bruise, like in a coma
Like a drone
All my are numb

I've been past your house
Been pounding at your
I I'm just a peon to you
But I deserve
arrogance

My hearts are on the sleeves of my shirts scattered over your
And the morning dew... them

Drunk on Day
Throwing at the broken birds
plans on napkins
A sketch of broken angel under your bed
My

over to your house
I'll sneak in the back
I know I've been an asshole to you, but that was
The argument, the
Well, I've heard it's just a matter of before the hour is spent
And my hour is
I afford it this time
I can't afford this
I can't this time
I afford it...

The hour has for retribution
I'm storming the down
I'm the walls down
The hour has for retribution
I'm storming the walls
I'm the walls down
Before night's done, the wounds will be gone
I'm the walls down
I'm storming the down

The of the Vineyard
Less talk, more
If we could push off the sick one more night
I surely
My shoes have the dust of the vineyard
Have I soiled gown?
There's soil on your gown, sangria
the heart
Our clogged are choking on the grime
As the big band on
Your stranded whisper...

"The is out.
I can smell her on velvet hands."
The is out --
are we in the motions again?

Oh, but was it
In the
Sangria, you bless
The starving
Such virgin
Would choke on all grime
I've found some under my nails
I'll scratch and until...

The is out
but sangria under my skin
The is out --
I thought I'd never wash hands again

my skin....