A Song For Tim Browne To Sing letra

Watching wasted days pass
By most everything remains the same
Watch four friends in a basement craft another shitty refrain
By now we know these ain’t the four chords
That will make our lives
But if they harmonize they’ll get us out of town tonight
Don’t mistake this for complaining cause I’m satisfied

Another late-night session drunk friends backseats loaded van
Sometimes I wish that hundred miles home would never end
Lives flying by like all these years we’ve played on strings of gold
Let’s take this last one down a toast to never getting old
Don’t mistake this for complaining cause I’m satisfied

This song’s for all the friends
We had that never made it out alright
And don’t mistake this for complaining
Cause I’m satisfied
This song’s for all the friends
We had that never made it out alright

On the coldest mornings
We could take the pure things
Hold them to the embers
We could burn forever and ever
And ever
Don’t leave me
I keep trying
I keep trying to wait up
Don’t leave me

The Holy Mess - Letras

• A Song For Tim Browne To Sing
• A Soulful Punk Tune About a Working Class Dreamer
• All Those Words
• Asleep In A Room Full Of Dog Shit
• Cold Goodbyes
• Goodbye 3713 (Must've Been A Good One)
• Half That And Dublin
• Hospitals
• I Think Corduroy Is Making a Comeback
• It's All Fun And Games 'Til Someone Gets Heard...
• Male Call
• My Boring 90's
• The Saddest Girl To Ever Hold A Martini
• Weren't No Fun
• Within The Range Of A Raven
• You Say Party! We Say Where