Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song To Finn, With Our Regrets , by - Dangers. Song from the album The Bend in the Break, in the genre ХардкорRelease date: 13.10.2016
Record label: Topshelf
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song To Finn, With Our Regrets , by - Dangers. Song from the album The Bend in the Break, in the genre ХардкорTo Finn, With Our Regrets |
| To Finn, with our regrets |
| Don’t look now |
| No, don’t look back |
| A little fester, a little rot, and a grim souvenir post-dated from future haunts |
| Because we did |
| We once swam in the sea |
| It’s tough, I know, to believe |
| To conceive |
| But there were days we dove headfirst into waves |
| Days we let the sun melt the skin right from our face |
| Oh! |
| But now we’re dancing on graves |
| We’re dancing straight to hell |
| We’re singing the songs that belong to a minor scale |
| Days it seemed we were a bit more free to kiss with spit, to kiss goodbye what |
| remained of bees |
| When the edge between our winter and spring didn’t always slip right by so |
| seamlessly |
| But now we’re dancing on graves |
| We’re dancing straight to hell |
| We’re singing the songs that belong to a minor scale |
| But now we’re dancing on graves |
| We’re dancing straight to hell |
| We’re singing the songs that belong to regretful keys and minor scales |
| I remember the rain, and I remember the smell of the dirt, of the pavement, |
| whenever it once fell |
| Yeah, we once dove straight into the sea |
| Headfirst and headstrong and hopefully |
| Choking on oil |
| Awash in the sun |
| With ultraviolet skin and particulate lungs |
| Those were the days we lived in bliss |
| When the places we loved weren’t yet the places we missed |
| And we never cried |
| We felt no pain |
| And we danced all night under acid rain |
| And we never cried |
| We felt no pain |
| We doused your parents in that cheap champagne |
| And we went dancing on graves |
| We danced straight to hell |
| We went dancing on graves, for days, 'til we had danced ourselves into that soil |
| And the songs we all sang… And the toasts we raised… |
| As the sun set that day on our naiveté |
| As if the damage wasn’t already done |
| Like all that mattered was the truest love |
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