Gardenias
๐ต 2288 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:57 duration
๐ ID: 13569212
๐ Lyrics
The hapless hills of Hollywood hide halfhearted happiness
A hardened heroine hangs her head
Hear her hyperventilate
Here, her hands had hammered home
Her half-written history, yeah
With her heart in her hands
Her hands stopped holding on, yeah
A penny for your thoughts
A quarter for the show
The truth should turn to rot
Whichever way the wind blows
The truth, yes, a blonde
Despondent from her failures
Fury raging claiming innocence lost
That spawned chaotic behavior
A handbag and some women's shoes
Hidden on the forest floor
Discovered by a hiker on the hill
Haphazardly hanging out was her self-destruction
And her handwritten history, yeah
"I'm afraid I'm a coward, I'm sorry for everything"
Yeah!
A penny for your thoughts
A quarter for the show
The truth should turn to rot
Whichever way the wind blows
A penny for your thoughts
A quarter for the show
The truth should turn to rot
Whichever way the wind blows
The truth, yes, a blonde
Couldn't give a shit about her failures
Suffering in silence, chemical imbalance
That spawned erratic behavior
The truth, yes, a blonde
Yes, a blonde, yes, a blonde
Apparent in the night, but absent come the dawn
The truth, yes a blonde
Yes, a blonde, yes, a blonde
Apparent in the night, but absent come the dawn
Where is the country I came here to find?
It's running its hands through my hair
Its borders and boundaries are clearly defined
It's forty-five feet through the air
Only the night sky will witness my flight
Without so much as a care
Out past the margins of all that's finite
It's forty-five feet through the air
It's forty-five feet from here to there
It's forty-five feet through the air
It's forty-five feet to bliss from despair
Only forty-five feet through the air
It's forty-five feet from here to there
It's forty-five feet through the air
It's forty-five feet to bliss from despair
Just forty-five feet through the air
Forty-five feet from here to there
Forty-five feet through the air
It's forty-five feet to bliss from despair
Just forty-five feet through the air
The world rushes past and it's softly obscured
By the quiet and stillness of death
Take from me this body
It's all that I have left
Floating effortlessly
The scent of gardenias in the air
A veil should mask her face
And her short blonde hair
A hardened heroine hangs her head
Hear her hyperventilate
Here, her hands had hammered home
Her half-written history, yeah
With her heart in her hands
Her hands stopped holding on, yeah
A penny for your thoughts
A quarter for the show
The truth should turn to rot
Whichever way the wind blows
The truth, yes, a blonde
Despondent from her failures
Fury raging claiming innocence lost
That spawned chaotic behavior
A handbag and some women's shoes
Hidden on the forest floor
Discovered by a hiker on the hill
Haphazardly hanging out was her self-destruction
And her handwritten history, yeah
"I'm afraid I'm a coward, I'm sorry for everything"
Yeah!
A penny for your thoughts
A quarter for the show
The truth should turn to rot
Whichever way the wind blows
A penny for your thoughts
A quarter for the show
The truth should turn to rot
Whichever way the wind blows
The truth, yes, a blonde
Couldn't give a shit about her failures
Suffering in silence, chemical imbalance
That spawned erratic behavior
The truth, yes, a blonde
Yes, a blonde, yes, a blonde
Apparent in the night, but absent come the dawn
The truth, yes a blonde
Yes, a blonde, yes, a blonde
Apparent in the night, but absent come the dawn
Where is the country I came here to find?
It's running its hands through my hair
Its borders and boundaries are clearly defined
It's forty-five feet through the air
Only the night sky will witness my flight
Without so much as a care
Out past the margins of all that's finite
It's forty-five feet through the air
It's forty-five feet from here to there
It's forty-five feet through the air
It's forty-five feet to bliss from despair
Only forty-five feet through the air
It's forty-five feet from here to there
It's forty-five feet through the air
It's forty-five feet to bliss from despair
Just forty-five feet through the air
Forty-five feet from here to there
Forty-five feet through the air
It's forty-five feet to bliss from despair
Just forty-five feet through the air
The world rushes past and it's softly obscured
By the quiet and stillness of death
Take from me this body
It's all that I have left
Floating effortlessly
The scent of gardenias in the air
A veil should mask her face
And her short blonde hair
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:13.90] The hapless hills of Hollywood hide halfhearted happiness
[00:17.51] A hardened heroine hangs her head
[00:21.26] Hear her hyperventilate
[00:24.73] Here, her hands had hammered home
[00:26.66] Her half-written history, yeah
[00:31.32] With her heart in her hands
[00:33.76] Her hands stopped holding on, yeah
[00:38.75] A penny for your thoughts
[00:41.68] A quarter for the show
[00:44.47] The truth should turn to rot
[00:47.56] Whichever way the wind blows
[00:51.67] The truth, yes, a blonde
[00:54.66] Despondent from her failures
[00:58.52] Fury raging claiming innocence lost
[01:02.11] That spawned chaotic behavior
[01:19.85] A handbag and some women's shoes
[01:21.55] Hidden on the forest floor
[01:23.48] Discovered by a hiker on the hill
[01:26.95] Haphazardly hanging out was her self-destruction
[01:31.89] And her handwritten history, yeah
[01:37.02] "I'm afraid I'm a coward, I'm sorry for everything"
[01:42.28] Yeah!
[01:44.83] A penny for your thoughts
[01:47.58] A quarter for the show
[01:51.05] The truth should turn to rot
[01:53.33] Whichever way the wind blows
[01:57.17] A penny for your thoughts
[02:00.17] A quarter for the show
[02:03.45] The truth should turn to rot
[02:05.76] Whichever way the wind blows
[02:09.56] The truth, yes, a blonde
[02:12.75] Couldn't give a shit about her failures
[02:16.66] Suffering in silence, chemical imbalance
[02:20.32] That spawned erratic behavior
[02:24.39] The truth, yes, a blonde
[02:27.53] Yes, a blonde, yes, a blonde
[02:28.05] Apparent in the night, but absent come the dawn
[02:31.04] The truth, yes a blonde
[02:32.28] Yes, a blonde, yes, a blonde
[02:33.03] Apparent in the night, but absent come the dawn
[02:44.82] Where is the country I came here to find?
[02:53.64] It's running its hands through my hair
[02:56.70] Its borders and boundaries are clearly defined
[02:59.88] It's forty-five feet through the air
[03:03.37] Only the night sky will witness my flight
[03:06.12] Without so much as a care
[03:09.53] Out past the margins of all that's finite
[03:12.52] It's forty-five feet through the air
[03:15.81] It's forty-five feet from here to there
[03:18.69] It's forty-five feet through the air
[03:21.51] It's forty-five feet to bliss from despair
[03:24.73] Only forty-five feet through the air
[03:28.17] It's forty-five feet from here to there
[03:30.55] It's forty-five feet through the air
[03:34.42] It's forty-five feet to bliss from despair
[03:37.12] Just forty-five feet through the air
[03:40.68] Forty-five feet from here to there
[03:43.09] Forty-five feet through the air
[03:46.00] It's forty-five feet to bliss from despair
[03:49.53] Just forty-five feet through the air
[03:53.36] The world rushes past and it's softly obscured
[03:56.66] By the quiet and stillness of death
[04:00.29] Take from me this body
[04:03.42] It's all that I have left
[04:08.78] Floating effortlessly
[04:11.98] The scent of gardenias in the air
[04:16.56] A veil should mask her face
[04:19.54] And her short blonde hair
[04:30.63]
[00:17.51] A hardened heroine hangs her head
[00:21.26] Hear her hyperventilate
[00:24.73] Here, her hands had hammered home
[00:26.66] Her half-written history, yeah
[00:31.32] With her heart in her hands
[00:33.76] Her hands stopped holding on, yeah
[00:38.75] A penny for your thoughts
[00:41.68] A quarter for the show
[00:44.47] The truth should turn to rot
[00:47.56] Whichever way the wind blows
[00:51.67] The truth, yes, a blonde
[00:54.66] Despondent from her failures
[00:58.52] Fury raging claiming innocence lost
[01:02.11] That spawned chaotic behavior
[01:19.85] A handbag and some women's shoes
[01:21.55] Hidden on the forest floor
[01:23.48] Discovered by a hiker on the hill
[01:26.95] Haphazardly hanging out was her self-destruction
[01:31.89] And her handwritten history, yeah
[01:37.02] "I'm afraid I'm a coward, I'm sorry for everything"
[01:42.28] Yeah!
[01:44.83] A penny for your thoughts
[01:47.58] A quarter for the show
[01:51.05] The truth should turn to rot
[01:53.33] Whichever way the wind blows
[01:57.17] A penny for your thoughts
[02:00.17] A quarter for the show
[02:03.45] The truth should turn to rot
[02:05.76] Whichever way the wind blows
[02:09.56] The truth, yes, a blonde
[02:12.75] Couldn't give a shit about her failures
[02:16.66] Suffering in silence, chemical imbalance
[02:20.32] That spawned erratic behavior
[02:24.39] The truth, yes, a blonde
[02:27.53] Yes, a blonde, yes, a blonde
[02:28.05] Apparent in the night, but absent come the dawn
[02:31.04] The truth, yes a blonde
[02:32.28] Yes, a blonde, yes, a blonde
[02:33.03] Apparent in the night, but absent come the dawn
[02:44.82] Where is the country I came here to find?
[02:53.64] It's running its hands through my hair
[02:56.70] Its borders and boundaries are clearly defined
[02:59.88] It's forty-five feet through the air
[03:03.37] Only the night sky will witness my flight
[03:06.12] Without so much as a care
[03:09.53] Out past the margins of all that's finite
[03:12.52] It's forty-five feet through the air
[03:15.81] It's forty-five feet from here to there
[03:18.69] It's forty-five feet through the air
[03:21.51] It's forty-five feet to bliss from despair
[03:24.73] Only forty-five feet through the air
[03:28.17] It's forty-five feet from here to there
[03:30.55] It's forty-five feet through the air
[03:34.42] It's forty-five feet to bliss from despair
[03:37.12] Just forty-five feet through the air
[03:40.68] Forty-five feet from here to there
[03:43.09] Forty-five feet through the air
[03:46.00] It's forty-five feet to bliss from despair
[03:49.53] Just forty-five feet through the air
[03:53.36] The world rushes past and it's softly obscured
[03:56.66] By the quiet and stillness of death
[04:00.29] Take from me this body
[04:03.42] It's all that I have left
[04:08.78] Floating effortlessly
[04:11.98] The scent of gardenias in the air
[04:16.56] A veil should mask her face
[04:19.54] And her short blonde hair
[04:30.63]