Texty:
Idy The Soundtrack To Your Silent Movie

I like the way that my shirt smells when it?s been in your embrace. And I dig the way that my hand feels when yours keeps it company. Under these overcast

Her wrists bleed, for the attention. I sit back and watch with discretion at this old film that I shot in wide-screen, and in Hi-Def, but just for the

Apologies for my actions, the jury?s still out on your case. As sirens sound in the streets, the boys in blue will save the day from the evil bubbling in your

your lungs with as you take in breath for strength, and you ask in all your naivety even though you don?t care for answers. And I just hope your heart

to turn down the alley into your house, I?m choking on these desperate sounds that come from your glossy lips. Words holding promise, precision, I?m sickened by your

s swelling. And my words can?t hold thoughts, no telling. It?s just one more day in here hiding from the world and confiding in tears streaming straight out of your

and now I?m sleeping in Tom & Bern?s living room, riding their lone couch to dream of you because my floor?s scarred from your clothing, and my burned

if I hold these hands over top of your eyes? Then you won?t see the flaws, and then you won?t see the lies. As you?re resting your angel head against