Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song This Respirator , by - The Flatliners. Song from the album The Great Awake, in the genre ПанкRelease date: 03.09.2007
Record label: Fat Wreck Chords
Song language: English
This Respirator |
| These four wheels feel like home to me |
| Enough with living broke at home and bank robberies |
| These faces I see and these fumes I breathe… |
| It’s proof enough this is where I want to be |
| These photographs tell a story of their own |
| Two fists, white knuckles on a microphone |
| These highway lines, these miles and miles |
| They breathe |
| It’s just begun and our broken backs are so cold |
| And these four wheels feel like home to me |
| These doors close and we’re chasing the sky |
| This chaos brews and keeps us alive |
| Why trade the world when the world is mine? |
| Why give up now when all we’ve got is time? |
| Looking through this broken glass, these dreams invade the ceiling |
| They could fall so fast but now we’re knee-deep in this shit |
| Oh make it last |
| A lifetime of wanting and waiting and deadly persuading |
| The volume’s too quiet now |
| These tires' tread mark a special occasion |
| And my ears haven’t stopped ringing out |
| As these notes are bellowed they’ll rip you apart |
| So let these flat chords just break your heart |
| And who the fuck said we were giving up? |
| Cause it’s just begun |
| It’s just begun and our broken backs are so cold |
| These four wheels feel like home to me |
| And I feel like I never want to go home |
| We could stop the world and we could tear it apart |
| These four wheels feel like home to me |
| They breathe |