The BB Fiasco


We can sit on the rooftops, tapping our shoes to the sounds of the city
Gesture at planes searching the skyline, they can't see us
I swear we were there

There's a plan meet at a quarter to nine
Dress in black and patiently wait for the sign
They spoke of painting this town cherry red
Pop your collar, have money to spend

There's a girl at the bar with a pen and a name
Tell her softly she's the reason you came
List her vowels; hold them up to the light
Whisper closely the thoughts and words of your

Tell our mothers that we ain't coming home
That we love them so sleep because now that they know
We were gentle souls supported by butchers' hands
We'll wait in heaven if God let's us pass

I've been waiting far too long now for you to stop and make me smile
The calendar is laughing again; crossing squares leading up to the weekend
Tonight will be like no other because tonight all we have is each other
Save me the improvisation of the morning
There's only eight hours left

This Sunday there's a week to take pictures
And run the frames through next week's edition
We were bad news, they're just readers, baby this is our youth
Too explicit for print, this is our youth

Tell our mothers that we ain't coming home
That we love them so sleep because now that they know
We were gentle souls supported by butchers' hands
We'll wait in heaven if God let's us pass

I've been waiting far too long now for you to stop and make me smile
The calendar is laughing again; crossing squares leading up to the weekend
Tonight will be like no other because tonight all we have is each other
Save me the improvisation of the morning
There's only eight hours left

This Sunday there's a week to take pictures
And run the frames through next week's edition
We were bad news, they're just readers, baby this is our youth
Too explicit for print, this is our youth

If tonight was your last
How would you move?
Damn boys beat for the break down
Damn girls beat for the break down
Swing your fists like it's your last dance
Throw your kicks like it's your last dance
Burn down the discotheque







Captcha
The Daly's Gone Wrong The BB Fiasco are brought to you by Lyrics-Keeper. You can use lyrics widget for karaoke. We tried to make lyrics as correct as possible, however if you have any corrections for The BB Fiasco lyrics, please feel free to submit them to us. If you want to download this song in mp3 you can visit one of our music sponsors.