Streaks In The Sky Thursday

It's just the southern road that you leave by and open windows in your car. It's the breathing of the city that says leave me behind. Forget tomorrow side with the open road.

JERSEY THURSDAY Donovan

In the tiny piece of coloured glass my love was born <Interludde> And reds and golds and yellows were the colours in the dawn <Interludde> Night brought on its purple cloak of velvet

This Song Brought to You By a Falling Bomb Thursday

Do you hear the jet plane yawning miles across the sky?

Marches and Maneuvers Thursday

If we fly a white flag under a black and blue sky, will the red sun rise? (The taste of your kerosene lips burn me up) The glare from your enemy sights make me go blind.

Porcelain Thursday

Figure in Ceramics. Where we reach out. Grab for Porcelain. But it's too fragile to hold. And it shatters in our hands. In time the seasons will seal these shards.

Dying In New Brunswick Thursday

You told me on your birthday all the things that this place had done to you. And in the streets you walk. You hide your face because they don't believe that it's true.

Asleep in the Chapel Thursday

Three chalk outlines sleep in the dirty street And in our beds, under the sheets They're the halo of guilt hanging around your neck Next to the rosary you count falling asleep And we're praying These

Dying In New Brunswick (Demo) Thursday

You told me on your birthday all the things that this place had done to you And in the streets you walk You hide your face because they don't believe that it's true They say it doesn't happen that often

Thursday Morphine

We used to meet every Thursday Thursday Thursday in the afternoon For a couple of beers and a game of pool We used to go to a motel a motel A motel across the street And the name of the motel was the Wagon

Thursday Life Of Agony

You look like a...a PIG walking in the street! Your hands, your face-filthy! You disgust me! I can't believe you live in this house! You repulse me. I want to throw up! (Phone rings) Goddamn kids!

goodmorning streaks Naughty Mae, perry

i got skillz and who knows i got killed few times for few dimes might think i wasnt cut out for survival is it wrong time to ask myself about is all my life worth this shit tho i know it wont work the

Thursday Cosmicity

Conversation enters the shallow zone I feel so alone on this side of the Booth We both play stupid as our feet collide I watch her eyes for clues i always find Sometimes life calls for strange Solutions

Thursday The Futureheads

Can anybody do The curse removal Is anyone here Feeling helpful?

Thursday Asobi Seksu

On gentle ground I waited for you In drops of dew I wished that were you With heavy hands I reached out for you My skin soaking wet My eyes searched for you It seems you lost your way You\'ve

Thursday Plug In Stereo

You wore your heart on your sleeve like a tree where's the leaf Cause you cared too much about me We had it rough growing up but I had you and that was enough You were a single mom I bet that was tough

In Transmission Thursday

This sunlight cutting through the open fields. Can't be communicated by radio waves. And through this flashlight keyhole memory. Receive a thousand signals and can't respond.

Paris In Flames Thursday

Now its time to wrap our fears in the night And on the first day we'll dress this city in flames After all the things you say You hate me for being this way Still you won't let go of old ideals

For the Workforce, Drowning Thursday

Falling from this hassle you fly still like parachutes windows go rushing by people inside dressed for the funeral in black and white these ties strangle our necks hanging in the closet found in the

Tomorrow I'll Be You Thursday

In the circuit The frequency's breaking up The speakers can barely move This is not a test Tune to the broadcast Witness the jetlag Look in the mirror Adjust the V-hold Shatter the lens Pull out

A Hole In The World Thursday

In this blackout, inertia will hold our thoughts... And the exit sign offers no light to see by. Can we cast our shadows alone in the dark? I can't see... without you.

Steps Ascending Thursday

Steps ascend to a loaded gun the scent of matches hangs in the air a lit one flickers out in a heartbeat we dont want to see this a flash of light thats letting go of an empty bullet case but by the

Understanding In A Car Crash Thursday

splintered piece of glass falls in the seat and gets caught broken windows, open locks: reminders of the youth we lost in trying so hard to look away from you we followed white lines into the sunset

Signals Over the Air Thursday

when you say my name, i want to split it from your lips and hide like whispers in the rain.

The Other Side Of The Crash/Over And Out Of (Control) Thursday

I will meet you there On the other side of the crash On the other side of the glass All our friends are falling out Can’t look us in the eye We’re there to hear that broken sound Happens when we’

Between Rupture and Rapture Thursday

In the veins of of the ultraviolet light The phosphor is starting a fire Shooting up in the iodine It's turning on Rupture the wall around my heart I feel so lost I've been shaking You can't save

The Lovesong Writer Thursday

Sitting alone in the dark of a stadium He whispers his secrets into a cheap guitar With the flick of his wrist he turns words into melodies Chords into church bells, fill up the allies Lovers intwine

Thursday The Weeknd

I love her, today Cause it's wednesday, I won't be late I don't need to know if you're feeling when I'm free Not on monday, tuesday, wednesday, friday, saturday Sunday but on thursday thursday Not on monday

War All the Time Thursday

war all of the time in the shadow of the new york skyline we grew up to fast falling apart like the ashes of american flags and were blowing in the wind we dont know, where to land so we kiss like

Standing On The Edge Of Summer Thursday

In this room, sitting by your side Cause it rains for hours and the phone is off its hook Standing on the edge casting lights to set me up Before you knock me down Summers edge and drown me Betting

M. Shepard Thursday

The stage is set to rip the wings from a butterfly (The stage is set!) The stage is set!

At This Velocity Thursday

We were safe, now we're paralyzed Suspended in flight At this speed it makes no difference Where I start or where I end Or if you're sitting in an emergency aisle We could be dead, complete the equation

Ian Curtis Thursday

We listened to the open sound your voice projected on the radio dial Lie with me I said and lying's what she always did and always will. All these thoughts keep leading back to him.

Autumn Leaves Revisited Thursday

The leaves will fall And so will you When you do, bury me under them too Seconds pass, we'll make it through Eventually we all go home It won't be long It won't be long We walk along the wire tied between

Telegraph Avenue Kiss Thursday

She's the song that you tried to sing And the note that you couldn't hit So you locked her up in a music box Turn the key on all of us She spins silver strings in the dark With melody that ring in

Thursday EXO-CBX (첸백시)

한걸음을 딛으려 해 내일의 태양이 뜨면 아주 조금씩 난 당겨보려 해 우릴 oh 날 너에게로 기울인다 중심이 자꾸 무너진다 꾹 참아온 잘 다져온 내 마음이 이렇게 쏟아진다 oh 쏟아진다 baby 오후를 지난 내 마음은 자정을 향해 다가서고 Story will be starting tonight yeah You\'ll be mine All the

Division St. Thursday

and all the heat that rises through the cracks in the pavement as the temperature falls (this is where it hit the ground) Lights out on division street ... repeating Divide to the memories (the

The Dotted Line Thursday

The angels sing of someone coming down To wake us from a sleep thats broken Deeply wont shut up again Must be some sort of sign for us That things are going to change Its hard to dream Well you'll try

Sugar In The Sacrament Thursday

You followed footsteps in the dark You found your faith Left out behind your father’s car You said, “there’s no one watching over me, over you it’s always out of reach” I’m sick instead, write it

Division Street Thursday

Lights out on Division Street and all the hate that rises through the cracks in the pavement, as the temperature falls.

War all of the time Thursday

Standing on the edge of the palisades cliffs In the shadow of the skyline very far away A lightning rod that couldnâ

Counting 5-4-3-2-1 Thursday

And you can’t feel the rhythm of your steps when you hit the street. The city seems so far away from here, when you're counting every step. 5-4-3-2 what are you waiting for?

We Will Overcome Thursday

We walk alone Till the end of night It's suicide But we will overcome Another life Swinging in the breeze The southern trees And the strangest route Follow the path, the straight and narrow (hand

As He Climbed The Dark Mountain Thursday

I've watched him walk away to climbed the endless shallow side. I've watched him holding on. it was a thousand years, a thousand dreams, a thousand endings with no goodbye.

Mass As Shadows Thursday

Mass as Shadows You know it sounds better in the long run where your words and symbols stack up into the night Hands are broken, folded like a steeple of my own symbol The song is the same, A simple word

Into The Blinding Light Thursday

We stare into the blinding light To see what's between us It's red and it's white Like lies, like lipstick on last look goodbyes The substance assimilating to watch the bodies burst Into a string of lights

This Side Of Brightness Thursday

I sewed it up Stitched all these dead end streets Into the sewn up seams of my heartstrings unwind(unwound) Like a petal pulled from an open flower.

This Side Of Brightness (Demo) Thursday

I sewed it up Stitched all these dead end streets Into the sewn up seams of my heartstrings unwindunwound Like a petal pulled from an open flower Surrounds by fields where children sign but don't make

Running From The Rain Thursday

There was a sound Split all the heavens apart In on the northern view Out on the southern spark Oh I'll be with you running from the rain When it reaches the end of the line See myself reflected

Where The Circle Ends Thursday

Mountain ranges Morning red bathed ridges Stab up at the trembling blue horizon Grey slides lazily off rooftops Lands on the incandescent ground and dies A flock of little men touch down on the thin

Sweet Thursday Matt Costa

I'm waiting in the pines I'm waiting in the forest Pilon at my side The treasure lies before us And so we started walking We knew they couldn't harm us And how the wind is crying When misty morning dawn