1. |
||||
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Those Tuscan sunsets
Champagne in gay Paris
Your perfect lovers
And your perfect homes
Sometimes it leaves me
Feeling so alone
I know all they ever show me
Is the highlight reel
All the filters and the lighting
Make it look so real
We’re all in the same position
Telling lies of omission
We’ve all got a story to tell
If it’s awkward, painful or a bore
Leave it on the cutting room floor
We’ve all got a product to sell
(Guitar solo)
(Bridge repeat)
I know all they ever show me
Is the highlight reel
All the filters and the lighting
Make it look so real
We’re all in the same position
Telling lies of omission
We’ve all got a story to tell
If it’s awkward, painful or a bore
Leave it on the cutting room floor
We’ve all got a product to sell
|
||||
2. |
||||
All These Lies
Like a pair of jeans so worn and torn that only patches show
Everything I say’s a cover for something said before
The problem with the truth is that nobody cares enough
To check the facts so lately I’ve been making my facts up
But all these lies keep weighing me down
I’m breaking my back carrying around
All the wingless birds I tried to force to fly
One of these days or one of these nights
I swear I’ll finally put in flight
The truth that’s buried somewhere deep inside
All these lies
The truth is only good as long as it can be uncovered
But a lie can die, be dead, and gone and I’ll just find another
The problem with the truth is that there’s only just the one
I have told a million lies and only just begun
And I’ve only just begun to have fun
But all these lies are weighing me down
I’m breaking my back carrying around
All the wingless birds I tried to force to fly
One of these days or one of these nights
I swear I’ll finally put in flight
The truth that’s buried somewhere deep inside
All these lies
All these lies
All these lies
All these lies
|
||||
3. |
||||
Midnight Snow
I look behind the door
I stumble to the floor
And ripped the brand new shirt I wore
Opened the window gazed at midnight snow
Think about what I saw
Poured myself a drink
I thought of calling my shrink
Changed my mind and let it go
I look behind the door
I stumble to the floor
And ripped the brand new shirt I wore
I looked behind the wall
and stumbled through the door
And thought about what I just saw
Poured myself a drink
I thought of calling my shrink
Changed my mind and let it go
I look behind the door
I stumble to the floor
And ripped the brand new shirt I wore
|
||||
4. |
||||
All alone no words left to say
Emptiness, no reason to try
Broken pieces, shallow graves
Feels so bad , I must testify
Hey - there’s a truth left for telling
Hey - there’s a lot on the line
Ride the lightning , take u under
Paint by Numbers, paint by Numbers
All alone no words left to say
Emptiness, no reason to try
Broken pieces, shallow graves
Feels so bad , I must testify
Hey - there’s a truth left for telling
Hey - there’s a lot on the line
Ride the lightning , thrills take u under
Paint by Numbers, paint by Numbers
|
||||
5. |
||||
Weaving strands
I’ve been spinning
In the beginning
Blood on my hands
Lying,
In time of dying
Why are you crying
Cross the expanse
Drowning
Lost in my doubting
Pain in my slouching
The spin never ends
Threading
Blessed forgetting
It’s so upsetting
Laid my best plans
Laid my best plans
|
||||
6. |
||||
I hesitate to even include these, as they're 100% placeholder lyrics, but ...
If there’s a place you go
An afterglow
I don’t wanna keep you waiting
We used to climb that hill
We drank our fill
Now it’s only suffocating
I know you really wanna make it blue
I know you really wanna shake what chased you
I feel the presence of a deeper kind of pain
I still remember when you held me close
I still remember when the darkness chose you
I swear I loved you til the thunder chased the rain
Sometimes the hawk chase crow
The prey deals blows
Everybody finds their moment
But you don’t seem to care
It’s so unfair
How you lost your best opponent
I know you really wanna make it blue
I know you really wanna shake what chased you
I feel the presence of a deeper kind of pain
I still remember when you held me close
I still remember when the darkness chose you
I swear I loved you til the thunder chased the rain
Oh, how the river used to run
How the gain became the gun
could you ever change your mind
Oh, how I wanted you to stay
When the green became the grey
What did you hope to find?
|
||||
7. |
Joshua West - FREE
01:02
|
Monday Morning 3AM Music Club Winston Salem, North Carolina
Contact Monday Morning 3AM Music Club
Streaming and Download help
If you like Monday Morning 3AM Music Club, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp