Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song (Fork And Knife), artist - Brand New. Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
(Fork And Knife) |
| We’ll take it easy, tigers in a cage |
| We’re pacing on our pads and waiting |
| For the time to come in reverie |
| Our lazy bones ache for our dowry |
| You can’t hold on to the thrill |
| So I hope you find your will to follow through |
| (What we invented, I am now ending) |
| Hold on to who you love |
| We are tryin' to blow like dust since we were young |
| (What we invented, I am now ending) |
| The closest thing we had to royalty |
| A chance to break our parent’s patterns |
| We chose to keep our teenage tragedy |
| In lieu of their romantic palace |
| Play tender like a newborn baby would |
| Play tender 'til the night is over |
| I’m leaving you to nurture cherished wounds |
| And care for it just like your lover, yeah |
| You can’t hold on to the thrill |
| So I hope you find your will to follow through |
| (What we invented, I am now ending) |
| Hold on to who you love |
| We are tryin' to blow like dust since we were young |
| (What we invented, I am now ending) |
| You can’t hold on to the thrill |
| So I hope you find your will to follow through |
| (What we invented, I am now ending) |
| Hold on to who you love |
| We are tryin' to blow like dust since we were young |
| The morning’s over, the day is in full swing |
| I know you’re busy, but please won’t you come visit me? |
| You are an aimless ghost, you haunt your bag of bones |
| The wolf messed with your vision |
| He is sitting in your kitchen while you sleep at night |
| He will eat your young, and you will act surprised |
| You can’t hold on to the thrill |
| So I hope you find your will to follow through |
| (What we invented, I am now ending) |
| Hold on to who you love |
| We are tryin' to blow like dust since we were young |
| (What we invented, I am now ending) |
| You can’t hold on to the thrill |
| So I hope you find your will to follow through |
| (What we invented, I am now ending) |
| Hold on to who you love |
| We are tryin' to blow like dust since we were young |
| The morning’s over, the day is in full swing |