crimson hands
04-27-2006, 01:22 PM
The Chrysler Song
All that I recall
Was those voices on that phone
They still echo round my head each night
They don't leave me alone
The more I try to hold you close
The more distance I feel
Has come between us
Like a phantom
Possessing those four wheels
All that I repeat
Are these murmurs in my brain
That corrupt and **** my head each night
Now I don't see the same
The more I try to say "I love you"
The less romance I feel
Is left between us
Like a phantom
Killed by those four wheels
This ride becomes another
Plain outlet for false emotion
Outside the windows, time stands still
Inside time just stands frozen
All that I regret
Was the way we couldn't change
We couldn't stand to stand and fight
We gave in to our pain
The more I try to mouth "I miss you"
The more you'll just see dust
And I'll descend further, like a phantom
Until my engine rusts
This ride becomes another
Plain outlet for false emotion
This ride becomes a casket
In the graveyard of the ocean
All that I recall
Was those voices on that phone
They still echo round my head each night
They don't leave me alone
The more I try to hold you close
The more distance I feel
Has come between us
Like a phantom
Possessing those four wheels
All that I repeat
Are these murmurs in my brain
That corrupt and **** my head each night
Now I don't see the same
The more I try to say "I love you"
The less romance I feel
Is left between us
Like a phantom
Killed by those four wheels
This ride becomes another
Plain outlet for false emotion
Outside the windows, time stands still
Inside time just stands frozen
All that I regret
Was the way we couldn't change
We couldn't stand to stand and fight
We gave in to our pain
The more I try to mouth "I miss you"
The more you'll just see dust
And I'll descend further, like a phantom
Until my engine rusts
This ride becomes another
Plain outlet for false emotion
This ride becomes a casket
In the graveyard of the ocean