Here’s another song from Senses Fail’s upcoming album Life Is Not A Waiting Room which will be released on October 7
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LYRICS:
I give blood to prove to myself that I can matter to somebody else
Is what makes a man the dirt on his hands?
If so, don’t put your faith in the desert sand, because the wind is always blowing
There are gallows deep inside my lungs, that’s where I hung ambition
Is it luck that’s knocking right on my back door?
Because I’ve been breaking mirrors since 1984
I walk under ladders, I spill salt on sores and I open my umbrella even when I am indoors
so give me seven more
I give blood not for the cause but to slowly give up the person I was
holding my breath won’t help, everything went to
so now I steal back pennies from the well because my wishes failed
I am screaming at my own shadow to stop living like a ghost
Is it luck that’s knocking right on my backdoor?
Because I’ve been breaking mirrors since 1984
I walk under ladders, I spill salt on sores and I open my umbrella even when I am indoors
so give me seven more
I don’t need her I’m not that desperate, come visit me in twenty years and maybe then
Cause I’m not done screaming yet
You can call off the intervention
Cause I don’t need your attention
Is it luck that’s knocking right on my back door?
Because I’ve been breaking mirrors since 1984
I walk under ladders, I spill salt in sores and I open my umbrella even when I am indoors
so give me seven more
I don’t need her I’m not that desperate
Come visit me in twenty years and then maybe.
Duration : 0:3:21
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