It’s chasin’ off the days.
(Source: popcultureinfatuation)
Panic At The Disco, ‘Northern Downpour’
If all our life is but a dream,
Fantastic posing greed,
Then we should feed our jewelry to the sea,
For diamonds do appear to be
Just like broken glass to me.
And then she said she can’t believe
Genius only comes along
In storms of fabled foreign tongues.
Tripping eyes, and flooded lungs;
Northern downpour sends its love.
Hey moon, please forget to fall down;
Hey moon, don’t you go down.
Sugarcane in the easy mornin’,
Weathervanes my one and lonely.
The ink is running toward the page,
It’s chasin’ off the days.
Look back at both feet
And that winding knee.
I missed your skin when you were east;
You clicked your heels and wished for me.
Through playful lips made of yarn,
That fragile Capricorn,
Unraveled words like moths upon old scarves.
I know the world’s a broken bone,
But melt your headaches, call it home.
Hey moon, please forget to fall down;
Hey moon, don’t you go down.
Sugarcane in the easy mornin’,
Weathervanes my one and lonely. {x3}
Sugarcane (hey moon) in
(Hey moon) the easy mornin’,
Weathervanes (hey moon) my
(Hey moon) one and lonely.
Sugarcane (hey moon) in (hey moon)
The easy (hey moon) mornin’
Weathervanes (hey moon) my (hey moon)
One (hey moon) and lonely
[Continues in background:]
Sugarcane (hey moon) in (hey moon)
The easy (hey moon) mornin’
Weathervanes (hey moon) my (hey moon)
One (hey moon) and lonely
Hey moon, please forget to fall down;
Hey moon, don’t you go down.
You are at the top of my lungs
Drawn to the ones who never yawn
{x2}
when the day met the night - panic at the disco
done by request:
panic! at the disco - she’s a handsome woman