Sublime
05/22/09, 07:41 PM
Hi guys, I'm new here. I've been writing lyrics for about a year. Just wanted to share this with you.
Take you up to the bright moon
Take you in until the afternoon
Leave your troubles in a balloon
Not a moment too late, not a moment to soon
Colors on your skin used to shine so bright
When the glass gets empty, you know you'll feel alright
Bury all your feelings in the warm sunlight
Happiness used to be sorrow during the night
So many ironic moments, so many empty oceans
Drinking my coffee, drinking all those potions
It makes your life ache, only so much you can take
Sometimes it makes you feel good at the blue lake
Clocks are frozen in time
Your injured soul feels like a crime
The clocks start moving as the people faint
The saint used to use a lot of paint
So many ironic moments, so empty oceans
Drinking my tea, drinking all those potions
It makes your life ache, it makes your heart explode
It makes you feel good when you're on the wrong side of the road
Take you up to the bright moon
Take you in until the afternoon
Leave your troubles in a balloon
Not a moment too late, not a moment to soon
Colors on your skin used to shine so bright
When the glass gets empty, you know you'll feel alright
Bury all your feelings in the warm sunlight
Happiness used to be sorrow during the night
So many ironic moments, so many empty oceans
Drinking my coffee, drinking all those potions
It makes your life ache, only so much you can take
Sometimes it makes you feel good at the blue lake
Clocks are frozen in time
Your injured soul feels like a crime
The clocks start moving as the people faint
The saint used to use a lot of paint
So many ironic moments, so empty oceans
Drinking my tea, drinking all those potions
It makes your life ache, it makes your heart explode
It makes you feel good when you're on the wrong side of the road