Your Gravest Words Songtext
von The Lawrence Arms

All these words trip,
Over cracks in the sidewalks,
Uptown,
One year,
I′m distantly distressed.

I'm finally,
Coming close to ghost,
I′m dancing,
On your gravest words,
I'm toasting all the coldest stares,
All the lonliest of eyes.

I am a satellite,
Never getting signals right,
You are,
A constellation,
I can barely make you out tonight,
The city lights are burning too bright.


I count and paste these,
Sections of maps into my days,
Sunspots,
Almost feverish,
Can you feel me shiviering.

I'm finally,
Breaking out of orbit,
I′m clining,
To your finest words,
I′m draining all the angry glares,
All that's building up inside.

I am a satellite,
Never getting signals right,
You are,
A constellation,
I can barely make you out tonight,
The city lights are burning too bright.

And the dreamers,
Walk slowly through the crowds,
Nothing can stop us now.


I am a satellite,
Never getting signals right,
You are,
A constellation,
I can barely make you out tonight,
I can barely make you out tonight,
I can barely make you out tonight,
The city lights are burning too bright