Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paths, artist - Banquets. Album song Banquets, in the genre ПанкDate of issue: 06.05.2013
Record label: Black Numbers
Song language: English
Paths |
| Cluttered all my guts on the dying space of your front lawn |
| And I waited, and I watched the summer end |
| I never lost my nerve. |
| I figured out, if you were sure you’d signal and show me |
| a sign |
| In my memory from '94 you wrote «here's my number,» But I never called |
| I don’t want to ruin the moments from that hallway |
| These barriers and boundaries opened the paths for you and me |
| I crossed the fingers on my hand that it always rains on your weekend |
| I hope you’re miserable |
| It was my crowning age. |
| I was coming to terms |
| Reverse-living summers in the past felt like my dying days |
| Kept counting on a cross within our paths |
| These barriers and boundaries opened the paths for you and me |
| Cluttered all my guts on the dying space of your front lawn |
| And I waited, and I watched the summer end |