Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Blood No Foul, artist - Burden Of A Day. Album song Pilots & Paper Planes, in the genre Пост-хардкор
Date of issue: 08.05.2006
Record label: Blood & Ink
Song language: English
No Blood No Foul |
Into the fray we can’t jump to conclusions |
For we are not what it seems like |
Give me your hand, give me your hand |
I came to you |
You promised me |
That you were on just a temporary phase |
Sheets in the wind |
No harm at all |
No blood, no foul |
But now you’re hurt |
And it’s just killing me to see |
Tonight I’d do anything to untie you |
From this locomotive |
If falling faster helps |
I’ll sink into oblivion |
I’ll sink so fast your head will spin |
You hold the vapor in your hands |
To disregard the scent that pulls you out |
This fleeting glimpse is all you have |
Please don’t blink twice |
It will disappear before your eyes |
I saw the look in your eyes |
Screaming out for mercy |
Sidestepping series of disappearing waves |
Of disappointment |
All the things that hold you back |
Please tell me why you won’t let me in |
You’re slitting your own neck |
And I can’t stop you from trying |
If falling faster helps |
I’ll sink into oblivion |
I’ll sink so fast your head will spin |
You hold the vapor in your hands |
To disregard the scent that pulls you out |
This fleeting glimpse is all you have |
Please don’t blink twice |
It will disappear before your eyes |
Your heart is beating faster now |
With abrasive syllables, you stumble for a shaky word |
My heart is bursting for the time |
When sleep won’t come |
Till safety rings in my ears |
I’ll never be able to sleep |
I’ll never be able to sleep again |
Thanks for coming |
He said as he walked up to the steps |
With our heads held low |
Aware of out cracked faces in the sun |
We had been running for so long |
We had been running |
That our shoes were as paper |
As we struggled on these blistered feet |
His words are as a gentle breeze |
We had been sweating |
Grief stricken tears we had been crying |
But it was finished all along |
Now we can hold our hears up high |
And say that it was worth the climb |
The struggle for our very soul |
The struggle was not ours at all |