Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Young Lungs, artist - Into It. Over It.. Album song 52 Weeks, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 08.06.2009
Record label: No Sleep
Song language: English
Young Lungs |
I’ve conjured up a plan |
As a sentimental man |
To destroy our things in style |
It involves our belongings in a pile |
Some lighter fluid and a smile |
And some matches with «Chicago» inscribed on every stick |
Strangers could see the flames for miles |
From any highway or any hilltop |
And we’d pass out as the smoke billows and spills into our young lungs |
With what strength that we’d have left |
We’d save each other’s final breaths |
For a distressed phone call to 9−1-1 |
And in minutes they’d arrive |
Horrified at what they might find |
It’d be you and I and a pile of ashes, hand in hand and in each others arms |
Hand in hand and in each other’s arms |
Hand in hand and in each other’s arms |
But it’s not that bad |
They revived me on the scene and took my temperature and pulse |
And while the handsome paramedic gave you mouth-to-mouth, I bit my tongue |
In hopes they could save your life |
In hopes they could save your life |
Just you and I and a pile of ashes, hand in hand and in each others arms |
In a week when we look back |
We’ll be bandaged up, but laugh it off |
And your skin might be thicker and my stuff, it might be gone |
But we’ll have crammed everything we need in this song |
We’ll have everything we’d need inside this song |
Just you and I and a pile of ashes, hand in hand and in each others arms |