This Is Not My Ideal Way to Spend an Evening, Shacked Up Telling Ghost Stories to the Martyr Songtext
von The Hunt for Ida Wave

I have severed several limbs
In hope that theory wins
If you can′t walk and you can't talk you′ll commit no sins
I have severed several limbs
In hope that theory wins
If you can't walk and you can't talk you′ll commit no sins
My eyes will turn to grey and lead me the same way
To my knees where I fall for every word you say
My eyes will turn to grey and lead me the same way
To my knees where I fall for every word you say
I′m standing all alone again
Led blindfolded to war again

Lets take a bow
Are these nails a falling grace
Lets all inhale undying beauty
I'll take a bow
Are these nails a falling grace
Lets all inhale undying beauty
I′ll take the bow


I haven't seen your outline on the horizon lately
I haven′t seen your outline on the horizon lately
I haven't seen your outline on the horizon lately
I haven′t seen your outline on the horizon lately
I haven't seen your outline on the horizon lately
I haven'y seen your outline on the horizon lately

Your eyes have discarded beauty this razor will restore it
Your eyes have discarded beauty this razor will restore it
Be there for me like I was there for you
Be there for me like I was there for you

She falls asleep to the sound of angels crying
She falls asleep to the sound of ribs cracking
She falls asleep to the sound of angels crying
She falls asleep to the sound of ribs cracking
I will not follow trend
I will not die on my knees

Lets all stitch our
Insides to the
Tallest of trees
I worship no god