| Grey Matter -Bite the tongue, to live with what you’ve done- -It’s so good- It’s so good -Lie to myself while I lie with myself- -It’s Monday and it’s raining- -It’s Sunday in the sun- -It’s so good, but- Would it be so bad, if you were to pretend that you were so happy? Keep it to yourself, don’t let the secret go If you were so willing Chorus But Let’s pray for this suicide And all these pictures falling down, around me I’ve surrounded myself with all I have -Inside- Would I bite my tongue, and live with what you’ve done? Just continue sleeping? Selfishly consumed with everything you’ve rot There’s nothing I can do Chorus But Let’s pray for this suicide And all these pictures falling down One wish full, step to the side And please just let me know Are you happy? I’ll decide These stories are so old, how they match your eyes Are you happy? I’ll decide These stories are so old, how they match your eyes Are you happy? I’ll decide These stories are so old, how they match your eyes -Eyes- Chorus But Let’s pray for this suicide And all these pictures falling down One wish full, step to the side And pick these pictures from the ground that’s around me Back to Finch |