Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Army , by - Bad Books. Song from the album III, in the genre ИндиRelease date: 13.06.2019
Record label: Loma Vista
Song language: English
Army |
| Nothing feels the same since you got home |
| Someone swapped the pictures on your wall |
| Photos of evaporated men |
| Torn up bodies thrown across the sand |
| There’s nothing worse than losing your arm |
| She’s been really great since I got back |
| I’m afraid she knows I’m off the map |
| She’s been trying to talk inside my mouth |
| I’ve been trying to calm my conscious down |
| There’s nothing worse than losing your spine |
| When I dream I see your dad holding your throat |
| His mouth up to your ear, he’s screaming, «I've been shot» |
| You bank on a linear life evolved by your command |
| You’ll find the painful prize of watching it unhinge |
| You, you took it harder than our friends |
| I’m afraid you’re spiraling again |
| Ran into your family at the go |
| Looked like they’d been living with a ghost |
| There’s nothing worse than a poverty line |
| I can hardly look at her that way |
| Naked bodies haven’t looked the same |
| I can’t tell her why she’s gotta stop |
| Too ashamed to open that one knock |
| There’s nothing worse than being intertwined |
| You’ve been dreaming I’m the dad you never had |
| Having out of body visions of my death |
| Bank on a catered life that bends for your demands |
| Expect the painful prize of watching it unhinge |
| I remember back when we were kids |
| Life without a paralyzing mid |
| Now we get together in a glass |
| Hardly speak to watch the silence pass |
| There’s nothing worse than silent alarm |
| We were trying awkwardly to sleep |
| Detailed out your plan on my machine |
| They still astounded in the dark |
| Shocked that it had finally fallen apart |
| There’s nothing worse than losing your mind |
| I’ve been dreaming of this unrelenting love |
| Depreciated gasping towards a new unknown |
| It was a trusted ride before the water froze |
| I found the painful prize is rowing it alone |
| Drove out to the desert in your van |
| Drank some gasoline and made love to your hand |
| Cursed your God below for what he’d done |
| Before you sucked a bullet from your father’s gun |
| There’s nothing worse than losing your life |
| At your funeral she took my hand |
| Placed it on the baby in your lap |
| I’ve been trying my best to find my peace |
| But they both look like criminals to me |
| There’s nothing worse than trusting a lie |
| When I dream I see your body inside hers |
| When I wake I see your face but call it off |
| The less you care for it, the less it has to grow |
| I can’t abandon it and watch it turn to smoke |
| Recently I’m working on myself |
| Starting to convince myself it helps |
| There’s nothing wrong with being alive |