The Spill Canvas - Off A Cliff
If we?re all gonna wind up dead
Maybe I should cut my loses; quit while I?m ahead
But you won?t let me go. You insist I see the good in me, even when you don?t
Set sail right off a cliff
With no regard to how you carry on if I were to be gone
If, if if, we?re all gonna turn to dust
Make sure I?m mixed in with you and I won?t put up a fuss since it?s all just in my head.
A friend of me, a little hopeless drawn, erase everything I said
Set sail right off a cliff
With no regard to how you carry on if I were to be gone
Set sail fright off a cliff
With no regard to how you carry on if I were to be gone
Rusty joints don?t fail me now
Keep me afloat while the dam overflows
One track mind don?t turn on me
Conviction so stale, every night I derail
(If we?re all gonna turn to dust. If we?re all gonna turn to dust.)
Set sail right off a cliff
With no regard to how you carry on if I were to be gone
Set sail right off a cliff
With no regard to how you carry on if I were to be gone
Set sail right off a cliff
With no regard to how you carry on if I were to be gone
Letras The Spill Canvas