Boring Pop Song
12/25/05, 09:34 PM
the music died at dawn that day
and everything was silent
everything had seemed to me
like an old black and white movie
the streets, they cracked like callous hands
the clouds felt so much closer
I watched the daisies crawl into the soil
I picked up my guitar
but all the strings had broken
if I could use these veins of mine I would
I tried to sing a melody
and choked on every note
every single phrase stuck in my lungs
the music died at dawn that day
the church choir sounded like a hospital
angels may have lost their wings
but I had lost it all
the city felt just like a ghost town
but the people that I saw were walking
slowly with their heads down
I went to strike the drums
but I couldn’t hear a rhythm
I even think my heartbeat might’ve died
died just like the music had at dawn
and everything was silent
everything had seemed to me
like an old black and white movie
the streets, they cracked like callous hands
the clouds felt so much closer
I watched the daisies crawl into the soil
I picked up my guitar
but all the strings had broken
if I could use these veins of mine I would
I tried to sing a melody
and choked on every note
every single phrase stuck in my lungs
the music died at dawn that day
the church choir sounded like a hospital
angels may have lost their wings
but I had lost it all
the city felt just like a ghost town
but the people that I saw were walking
slowly with their heads down
I went to strike the drums
but I couldn’t hear a rhythm
I even think my heartbeat might’ve died
died just like the music had at dawn