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

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

Marches and Maneuvers Thursday

This is a war we live and the sides are drawn. We're all wrapped up in fatigues and they wear us out. There is a storm at sea.

Thursday EXO-CBX (첸백시)

없는 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

Steps Ascending Thursday

time it hits the ground, hes out of reach out of reach out of reach out of reach the wolves are closing in theres no room left to make ammends but do you remember when we'd fly that kite so high

For the Workforce, Drowning Thursday

cubicle without a name just numbers on the resume stored in the mainframe my fortune lay please take these hands throw them in the river wash away the things they never held please take these

Standing On The Edge Of Summer Thursday

on our own lives Making up for all time we lost In this house of cards we're all holding hearts and spades (One breath, one step, could knock it all down) But lead with your eyes and you give it

Thursday Asobi Seksu

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 let it all

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.

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

Thursday The Futureheads

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

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

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’

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.

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

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

Understanding In A Car Crash Thursday

i crash my car everyday the same way time to let this pass (the time it takes, the time it takes to let go) time runs through our veins (it starts and stops and starts and stops again) we don't

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.

M. Shepard Thursday

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

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

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

The Lovesong Writer Thursday

in the heat of the night And by dawn are apart in the shivering silences We will pretend That its all just made up The songs that he writes Are too personal He cant play them for anyone When hes

Asleep in the Chapel Thursday

are the symptoms Of letting go of all our hope Since we can't compete with martyred saints We'll douse ourselves in gasoline and hang our bodies from the lamposts So that our shadows turn into bright

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

Counting 5-4-3-2-1 Thursday

The train is catching up, keep on running don’t look back. Cause it's 10-9-8-7 everybody's coming to burn this city, burn this city down tonight. Leave it all behind.

Sugar In The Sacrament Thursday

Off with the friends you couldn’t keep Your mother’s arms Fill up with all the empty needs [emptiness?]

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

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

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

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

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.

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

Signals Over the Air Thursday

this is how it feels, calling out but no one even hears the signals that we send over the air over the air over the air over the air.

Porcelain Thursday

In time the seasons will seal these shards. Into the slits that denote your wrists. Death is the answer. To calculations composed of motions that are the same.

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!

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.

Saturday/Sunday Jason Derulo, David Guetta

all of your time, I only need Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday

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

Roses On The 4th Of July Nanci Griffith

"He still sends her roses on the 4th of July. They're always white roses, she's never asked why. She still doesn't know where he goes, Thursday nights.

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

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

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

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 Sick Puppies

Faking Falls Stop and Stall Take it all back 'Cause I'm taking mine I'm taking mine Time is up Out of luck Should have stood up When you had the time But you're out of time Let's Do This (fight

Let’s Sing the Days 험티밴드

Monday comes, time to start, A brand new week, it’s off the chart! Sunday, Monday, Tuesday too, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday too, Saturday, let’s all say, Days of the week, come play, hooray!

Sing the Days Again 험티밴드

Monday comes, time to start, A brand new week, it’s off the chart! Sunday, Monday, Tuesday too, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday too, Saturday, let’s all say, Days of the week, come play, hooray!

Days of the Week, Hooray! 험티밴드

Monday comes, time to start, A brand new week, it’s off the chart! Sunday, Monday, Tuesday too, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday too, Saturday, let’s all say, Days of the week, come play, hooray!

War Judas Priest

HORSEMEN RAISED FROM THE LIGHT OMENS FILLED WITH DREAD DESECRATION I BEHELD A WORLD OF MEN GONE MAD THE FINAL AGE THAT COMES TO PASS APOCALYPSE IS HERE AT LAST A CALL TO ARMS - THE END TO ALL PEACE

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

I\'ll 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, Or bear to hear that broken sound, Happens when we