5 In A Room by Farse
5 In A Room lyrics
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho.
Ha ha ha ha.
(Pick it up!) Try to stop but I keep pinning up all my hopes
That you�d stop thinking about yourself;
Your arched pose, looking so sublime,
The only image I have left.
You wander in and out,
While I scream and shout.
Moisture on our lips,
I held you so tight, the balance tipped,
The walls caved in and then all around desolate,
Triggered a new despair.
The rainbow�s colour underlined,
�Exit to the left.�
They wander in and out,
I scream and shout.
Low on health, though,
But who said we�re not afraid�
That�s all I�ll ever be,
There�s one thing the books could not teach.
So take my hand and we�ll lead them all
To the pastures that used to be green.
One last kiss from me,
A futile attempt to save.
So grab my wrists and the flood cuts in
To the pasture that used to be green.
(Pick it up!) Try to stop but I keep pinning up all my hopes
That you�d stop thinking about yourself;
Your arched pose, looking so sublime,
The only image I have left.
You wander in and out,
While I scream and shout.
Moisture on our lips,
I held you so tight, the balance tipped,
The walls caved in and then all around desolate,
Triggered a new despair.
The rainbow�s colour underlined,
�Exit to the left.�
They wander in and out,
On deaf ears we shout.
Low on health, though,
But who said we�re not afraid�
That�s all I�ll ever be,
There�s one thing the books could not teach.
So take my hand and we�ll lead them all
To the pastures that used to be green.
One last kiss from me,
A futile attempt to save.
So grab my wrists and the flood cuts in
To the pasture that used to be green, dull green!
Well it twisted like vines and I, I tried to free myself,
These blistered hands, tattered, closed, mopped as I wept.
You�re like a vine, I, I tried to free myself,
These blistered hands, tattered, closed, mopped as I wept.
Hooked into a line you�re pulling, two�s not so perfect now,
I�m too proud to give up, proud to back down.
Hooked into a line you�re pulling, two�s not so perfect now,
I�m too proud to give up, she�s to proud to back down.
What if I don�t get back? What I�ve lost I�ll find a way,
That innocent streak unearthed beneath a blanket of disarray.
I�ve got to dig deep, and hold my head aloft,
All this while hanging from the chopping block.
What if I don�t get back? What I�ve lost I�ll find a way,
That innocent streak unearthed beneath a blanket of disarray.
I�ve got to dig deep, holding my head so aloft,
All this while hanging from the chopping block.
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