Текст песни
The
morning
comes
TV
still
on
Wanna
watch
the
cartoon
starfish
preach
Floating
around
Try
to
touch
back
down
But
I'm
moving
further
out
of
reach
And
now
tonight
you
come
to
hear
These
splintered
stories
Of
all
the
years
of
bad
choices
It's
becoming
clear
You
can't
escape
the
crowd
of
faces
The
ringing
in
your
ears
Time
was
holding
out
Laying
on
a
busted
couch
Searching
for
a
phrase
to
send
the
lights
back
down
When
they
turn
away,
when
they
disengage
All
alone
when
you
get
back
home
Draw
the
curtains
up
against
the
heat
On
your
disconnected
phone
There's
no
dial
tone
No
one's
calling,
no
one's
coming
near
She
was
crystalized
So
indiscreet
We
were
up
all
night
Keyed
up
without
fear
All
big
ideas
with
nowhere
to
go
So
many
plans
No
center
hold
Looking
back
on
all
that
now
Wonder
how
we
got
out
We
were
just
the
lucky
ones
Scrape
and
scratch
and
heal
back
up
Off
the
floor
Coming
back
for
more
Could
you
take
it
now
with
your
shaking
hands
Could
you
tell
me
now
that
I
can
understand
It
was
all
a
game
I
never
learned
to
play
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