Silverchair - Staging A Traffic Jam - Sözleri

a burning bridge

staging a traffic jam

intention stained upon expression

eyes the sky's darkest clouds

constipated mountains of condensation





*at the start there was innocence

breaks my heart doesn't make no sense just start again thats the recompense just learning to fly





in a sense

its innosence

its my only defense

on a guilt trip

and being held hostage  

I'll wrap my heart around you

I'll wrap my arms around you

falling down the stairs





*see this chair see this empty room

theres my heart theres my open wound 'cause the end always comes too soon just try to get by!













		
			



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