Texty:
These United States

we'll burn this bridge when the winter comes around and the earth goes upside down when the seasons stills your heart with distant stars like the river

mother calling you: "Come in, oh dear, from the rain and the wind... "Where you think you're going to get to, strung up so high upon that kite?" These

We go down to that corner We go down to meet our ball and chain Down to that corner, and the road back home is never the same We go down like sinking

're striving to illuminate the night, You might as well use every lane She's got these eyes (she's got these eyes), these fiery eyes (these fiery eyes) She's got these

tell Tide heeds its hieroglyphic dead sea scrolls Stone document intent on tallying the toll Sins of omisson, sins of pride I can't believe these things

Preface: painless You looked so pretty in that long, tall dress Pissed all for a princess Approaching Portland, sense pointed west You can never really

you will take the high road I will take the low You will take the high road home I will take the low road where it goes Whether our roads ever gonna meet

drink ya Put out the fire from inside Before it spreads and burns like lies And she had a scar in the scape of a heart (Thanks to Gianluca for these

re gone I'm gone, you're gone, we're gone I'm gone, you're gone, we're gone I'm gone, you're gone, we're gone (Thanks to gianluca for these lyrics)