My Morning´s Gone Lyrics & Chords By Skybombers

Spurs on both his mighty infant tears of our oil, Prince Augustus. Pasta with the lack of razor crowned a princess. Biding off aside, I must distance the rival. Tell you...read more

What gives this mess some grace unless it's kicks, man Unless it's fictions, unless it's sweat or it's songs? What hits against this chest unless it's a sick man's hand From some...read more

Again, I'm on a stoop with vices in hand, and that sweet therapy in my ears It got me through the years of bike rides in the rain and driving through states I hated... ...read more

Tell me, come on, tell me what you can. Even as you wait for death, you're wiser than I am. Tell me, what does it mean to exist? I am not a scientist - I must believe in more...read more

I'm a long list with no time Sunset panic on the street Sugar and light bulbs The milk of kindness is behind us now With all those stones in your coat Did you think they...read more