falcon punch Songtext
von Open Palms

I spat my teeth out into the sink
So I couldn′t say the words
To stop me feeling better
The problem with life
Once you're used to it, it′s gone

Waste my time writing the kind of songs
You'll hate in a year
Taking shots at your own heart
For words to revere


I take my hope where I can get it
These weeks make me wish
I had nothing to sing about
These last few days are
The happiest I've ever ignored

Waste my time writing the kind of songs
You′ll hate in a year
Taking shots at your own heart
For words to revere

One day we′ll stop long before we die
And so we smoke for ghosts
And so we smoke for ghosts
And so we smoke for ghosts

And so we smoke
We smoke for ghosts
And so we smoke
We smoke for ghosts