It's A Little Too Late For Waves Lyrics

A rifle in my hand, now the west was on the run
As the pressure in my ears keeps me sincere.
Years ago when I was someone, testing my obsessions,
And taking these shots for decency.

Right before my coma, the constants stayed alive and penned up in these boundaries.
Gates, make a note - I'm coming through your broken slats,
And if you'd like to take this chance, then please do.

You want to know these friendly guests of mine? Well, come in with a smile.
Tie your shoes or stay a while. I'm fortified with rhinestones.
Last week I made the papers, 40 rounds with 12 hours to go.

(But God can't watch all the time, so would you call me a monster?
Break the bones off, curse the pastures.)

Come down, come around; (a little too late for waves.)
We look so confused, and fused together, but I'll take these hands again.
(Ha-ha, who's at fault now?) I once saw the heartland,
She gave me these contraptions wrapped in gold.
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Right before my coma, the constants stayed alive and penned up in these boundaries.
I'll be back again, the sunshine brings the end to my hopes.

You want to know these friendly guests of mine? Well, come in with a smile.
Tie your shoes or stay a while. I'm fortified with rhinestones.
Last week I made the papers, 40 rounds with 12 hours to go.

Take a peer down: midnight, reason, life, and time.
The nightmare ends; the caution flags and I will feel alright.
I'm coming down with a fever,
But if Lucy finds the time, then I'd like to hear your reply.

You want to know these friendly guests of mine? Well, come in with a smile.
Tie your shoes or stay a while. I'm fortified with rhinestones.
Last week I made the papers, 40 rounds with 12 hours to go...

To go, to go, to go, (I'll never know, ) I'm going home.
(I'll never know, ) I'm going home. (I'll never know, ) I'm going home.

If these lines were right, then we'll sleep for Gods sake.