The lyric "it probably echoes. sanctuary meets comforting. the mother sews as the father searches for his gun. shots hurt my ears. i'll bite my lip to take in the deafening. shots hurt my ears. i'll shut my eyes to remember the symphonies. i'm surprised to find him running in the rain. it's too dangerous. risking the chance that bullets would fly with their purpose straight to the life. all too many simple mistakes disguising innocence. tension builds in every nerve. i'm tired of falling short in understanding what it all meant" is featured in 1 different songs in our database, showcasing its versatility in music.Explore how artists use this specific phrasing in their creative work.
it probably echoes. sanctuary meets comforting. the mother sews as the father searches for his gun. shots hurt my ears. i'll bite my lip to take in the deafening. shots hurt my ears. i'll shut my eyes to remember the symphonies. i'm surprised to find him running in the rain. it's too dangerous. risking the chance that bullets would fly with their purpose straight to the life. all too many simple mistakes disguising innocence. tension builds in every nerve. i'm tired of falling short in understanding what it all meant
Singer: august burns red
currently holding that tongue. let's just see what happens. sky is red tonight. it moves streaming with rain that beats the pavement. how does it sound against the church roof or its bells?
it probably echoes. sanctuary meets comforting. the mother sews as the father searches for his gun. shots hurt my ears. i'll bite my lip to take in the deafening. shots hurt my ears. i'll shut my eyes to remember the symphonies. i'm surprised to find him running in the rain. it's too dangerous. risking the chance that bullets would fly with their purpose straight to the life. all too many simple mistakes disguising innocence. tension builds in every nerve. i'm tired of falling short in understanding what it all meant
or what it's supposed to mean. i was relieved to see your face when i woke
currently holding that tongue. let's just see what happens. sky is red tonight. it moves streaming with rain that beats the pavement. how does it sound against the church roof or its bells?
it probably echoes. sanctuary meets comforting. the mother sews as the father searches for his gun. shots hurt my ears. i'll bite my lip to take in the deafening. shots hurt my ears. i'll shut my eyes to remember the symphonies. i'm surprised to find him running in the rain. it's too dangerous. risking the chance that bullets would fly with their purpose straight to the life. all too many simple mistakes disguising innocence. tension builds in every nerve. i'm tired of falling short in understanding what it all meant
or what it's supposed to mean. i was relieved to see your face when i woke