Ceilings Crack
๐ต 1953 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:41 duration
๐ ID: 2458358
๐ Lyrics
Passed out in your yard
My clothes were soaking in the morning rain
My head's just a bruise, like walking in a coma
Like a battered drone
All my limbs are numb
I've been driving past your house
Been pounding at your door
I know I'm just a peon to you
But I deserve more
Than arrogance
Condolences
My hearts are on the sleeves of my shirts scattered over your lawn
And the morning dew... kissed them
Drunk on Bastille Day
Throwing pennies at the broken birds
Scribbling plans on napkins
A sketch of broken angel wings under your bed
My bandages
Stumbled over to your house
I'll sneak in the back door
I know I've been an asshole to you, but that was before
The argument, the accident
Well, I've heard it's just a matter of time before the hour is spent
And my hour is spent
I can't afford it this time
I can't afford this time
I can't afford this time
I can't afford it...
The hour has come for retribution
I'm storming the walls down
I'm storming the walls down
The hour has come for retribution
I'm storming the walls down
I'm storming the walls down
Before this night's done, the wounds will be gone
I'm storming the walls down
I'm storming the walls down
The Dirt of the Vineyard
Less talk, more dancing
If we could push off the sick conversation one more night
I surely would
My shoes have gathered the dust of the vineyard
Have I soiled your gown?
There's soil on your gown, like sangria
Cleanses the heart
Our clogged hearts are choking on the grime
As the big band waltzes on
Your stranded eyes whisper...
"The dirt is out.
I can smell her on your velvet hands."
The dirt is out --
Are we stuck in the motions again?
Oh, but was it sweet
In the vineyard
Sangria, won't you bless
The starving lips
Such virgin lips
Would choke on all this grime
I've found some dirt under my nails
I'll scratch and bite until...
The dirt is out
But sangria burns under my skin
The dirt is out --
I thought I'd never wash these hands again
Under my skin...
My clothes were soaking in the morning rain
My head's just a bruise, like walking in a coma
Like a battered drone
All my limbs are numb
I've been driving past your house
Been pounding at your door
I know I'm just a peon to you
But I deserve more
Than arrogance
Condolences
My hearts are on the sleeves of my shirts scattered over your lawn
And the morning dew... kissed them
Drunk on Bastille Day
Throwing pennies at the broken birds
Scribbling plans on napkins
A sketch of broken angel wings under your bed
My bandages
Stumbled over to your house
I'll sneak in the back door
I know I've been an asshole to you, but that was before
The argument, the accident
Well, I've heard it's just a matter of time before the hour is spent
And my hour is spent
I can't afford it this time
I can't afford this time
I can't afford this time
I can't afford it...
The hour has come for retribution
I'm storming the walls down
I'm storming the walls down
The hour has come for retribution
I'm storming the walls down
I'm storming the walls down
Before this night's done, the wounds will be gone
I'm storming the walls down
I'm storming the walls down
The Dirt of the Vineyard
Less talk, more dancing
If we could push off the sick conversation one more night
I surely would
My shoes have gathered the dust of the vineyard
Have I soiled your gown?
There's soil on your gown, like sangria
Cleanses the heart
Our clogged hearts are choking on the grime
As the big band waltzes on
Your stranded eyes whisper...
"The dirt is out.
I can smell her on your velvet hands."
The dirt is out --
Are we stuck in the motions again?
Oh, but was it sweet
In the vineyard
Sangria, won't you bless
The starving lips
Such virgin lips
Would choke on all this grime
I've found some dirt under my nails
I'll scratch and bite until...
The dirt is out
But sangria burns under my skin
The dirt is out --
I thought I'd never wash these hands again
Under my skin...
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:09.34] Passed out in your yard
[00:13.86] My clothes were soaking in the morning rain
[00:20.79] My head's just a bruise, like walking in a coma
[00:25.88] Like a battered drone
[00:29.80] All my limbs are numb
[00:32.19] I've been driving past your house
[00:35.36] Been pounding at your door
[00:38.04] I know I'm just a peon to you
[00:41.99] But I deserve more
[00:44.19] Than arrogance
[00:46.53] Condolences
[00:49.00] My hearts are on the sleeves of my shirts scattered over your lawn
[00:57.86] And the morning dew... kissed them
[01:07.29] Drunk on Bastille Day
[01:26.07] Throwing pennies at the broken birds
[01:32.79] Scribbling plans on napkins
[01:35.14] A sketch of broken angel wings under your bed
[01:41.70] My bandages
[01:43.91] Stumbled over to your house
[01:46.79] I'll sneak in the back door
[01:49.51] I know I've been an asshole to you, but that was before
[01:56.22] The argument, the accident
[02:00.80] Well, I've heard it's just a matter of time before the hour is spent
[02:09.43] And my hour is spent
[02:21.45] I can't afford it this time
[02:25.50] I can't afford this time
[02:29.72] I can't afford this time
[02:34.62] I can't afford it...
[02:38.45] The hour has come for retribution
[02:46.72] I'm storming the walls down
[02:47.26] I'm storming the walls down
[02:48.30] The hour has come for retribution
[02:49.59] I'm storming the walls down
[02:51.65] I'm storming the walls down
[02:54.28] Before this night's done, the wounds will be gone
[02:59.09] I'm storming the walls down
[03:01.35] I'm storming the walls down
[03:05.14] The Dirt of the Vineyard
[03:07.44] Less talk, more dancing
[03:08.54] If we could push off the sick conversation one more night
[03:09.74] I surely would
[03:10.48] My shoes have gathered the dust of the vineyard
[03:11.04] Have I soiled your gown?
[03:11.61] There's soil on your gown, like sangria
[03:12.37] Cleanses the heart
[03:13.02] Our clogged hearts are choking on the grime
[03:13.62] As the big band waltzes on
[03:14.14] Your stranded eyes whisper...
[03:14.86] "The dirt is out.
[03:15.47] I can smell her on your velvet hands."
[03:16.09] The dirt is out --
[03:17.68] Are we stuck in the motions again?
[03:18.32] Oh, but was it sweet
[03:19.32] In the vineyard
[03:19.98] Sangria, won't you bless
[03:20.48] The starving lips
[03:21.00] Such virgin lips
[03:21.50] Would choke on all this grime
[03:22.16] I've found some dirt under my nails
[03:23.13] I'll scratch and bite until...
[03:23.86] The dirt is out
[03:24.32] But sangria burns under my skin
[03:25.35] The dirt is out --
[03:26.45] I thought I'd never wash these hands again
[03:27.28] Under my skin...
[03:29.97]
[00:13.86] My clothes were soaking in the morning rain
[00:20.79] My head's just a bruise, like walking in a coma
[00:25.88] Like a battered drone
[00:29.80] All my limbs are numb
[00:32.19] I've been driving past your house
[00:35.36] Been pounding at your door
[00:38.04] I know I'm just a peon to you
[00:41.99] But I deserve more
[00:44.19] Than arrogance
[00:46.53] Condolences
[00:49.00] My hearts are on the sleeves of my shirts scattered over your lawn
[00:57.86] And the morning dew... kissed them
[01:07.29] Drunk on Bastille Day
[01:26.07] Throwing pennies at the broken birds
[01:32.79] Scribbling plans on napkins
[01:35.14] A sketch of broken angel wings under your bed
[01:41.70] My bandages
[01:43.91] Stumbled over to your house
[01:46.79] I'll sneak in the back door
[01:49.51] I know I've been an asshole to you, but that was before
[01:56.22] The argument, the accident
[02:00.80] Well, I've heard it's just a matter of time before the hour is spent
[02:09.43] And my hour is spent
[02:21.45] I can't afford it this time
[02:25.50] I can't afford this time
[02:29.72] I can't afford this time
[02:34.62] I can't afford it...
[02:38.45] The hour has come for retribution
[02:46.72] I'm storming the walls down
[02:47.26] I'm storming the walls down
[02:48.30] The hour has come for retribution
[02:49.59] I'm storming the walls down
[02:51.65] I'm storming the walls down
[02:54.28] Before this night's done, the wounds will be gone
[02:59.09] I'm storming the walls down
[03:01.35] I'm storming the walls down
[03:05.14] The Dirt of the Vineyard
[03:07.44] Less talk, more dancing
[03:08.54] If we could push off the sick conversation one more night
[03:09.74] I surely would
[03:10.48] My shoes have gathered the dust of the vineyard
[03:11.04] Have I soiled your gown?
[03:11.61] There's soil on your gown, like sangria
[03:12.37] Cleanses the heart
[03:13.02] Our clogged hearts are choking on the grime
[03:13.62] As the big band waltzes on
[03:14.14] Your stranded eyes whisper...
[03:14.86] "The dirt is out.
[03:15.47] I can smell her on your velvet hands."
[03:16.09] The dirt is out --
[03:17.68] Are we stuck in the motions again?
[03:18.32] Oh, but was it sweet
[03:19.32] In the vineyard
[03:19.98] Sangria, won't you bless
[03:20.48] The starving lips
[03:21.00] Such virgin lips
[03:21.50] Would choke on all this grime
[03:22.16] I've found some dirt under my nails
[03:23.13] I'll scratch and bite until...
[03:23.86] The dirt is out
[03:24.32] But sangria burns under my skin
[03:25.35] The dirt is out --
[03:26.45] I thought I'd never wash these hands again
[03:27.28] Under my skin...
[03:29.97]