Tired Philosophy Songtext
von Jon Fuller
Tired Philosophy Songtext
Words like poison dripping from my keys
In the springtime
Worst intentions, curses quickly masked
By a quiet tune
And I didn′t know what you'd done to me
I painted my victim so perfectly
A tired philosophy
Happiness in pairs gave way to bitter silence
Solitude set in and made me stay
Too close to care
And I didn′t know what you'd done to me
I painted my victim so perfectly
A tired philosophy
In these photographs we all look so young
I can't help but wonder what we′d become
And as I look up at this winter sun
I see there is nothing could have been done
And I didn′t know what you'd done to me
I painted my victim so perfectly
A tired philosophy
In the springtime
Worst intentions, curses quickly masked
By a quiet tune
And I didn′t know what you'd done to me
I painted my victim so perfectly
A tired philosophy
Happiness in pairs gave way to bitter silence
Solitude set in and made me stay
Too close to care
And I didn′t know what you'd done to me
I painted my victim so perfectly
A tired philosophy
In these photographs we all look so young
I can't help but wonder what we′d become
And as I look up at this winter sun
I see there is nothing could have been done
And I didn′t know what you'd done to me
I painted my victim so perfectly
A tired philosophy
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