And sit up there You've gotta let me down again I'm glad that we have found the end I've gotta find myself a friend Don't want to settle for the wrong life Don't want to hurt until I cave I reason constantly, and question why I once cared Forward in line

I know where you went but I don't know how you got there Lucidity, come back to me Put all five senses back to where they're meant to be Silver tongue hill where you talk up what I' d play down I would speak up but I wouldn't know what to say Oh it's

Universally speaking Silveretta the jets of a lifetime Go and get her I've got her on my mind Simply put I saw love stream flow Come on baby 'cause, there's no name for Give it up and I got what I came for I take it back and you make me nervous Nothing

Behold this Proud Crestfallen Parade Dead Bodies towered up like this dividing Rampart The Hopes of yesterday forgotten and interred Burnt to the Ground Lacerate my Neverland belauded My Otherworld elapsed My silver Lining Another false Dawn collapsed

I know where you went but I don't know how you got there Lucidity, come back to me Put all five senses back to where they're meant to be Silver tongue hill where you talk up what I' d play down I would speak up but I wouldn't know what to say Oh it's

I love to love ya baby I need a crunk tight nigga Makes seven figgas Laced with a platinum Not the silver shit nigga X to L stigga Now don't get me wrong cause I'm not a ho But I know what I got you can't handle though

If you're ever gonna find a silver lining It's gotta be a cloudy day, It's gotta be a cloudy day You're gonna have to stand in the rain, You gotta get a little dirt on your hands Woke up on the wrong side of rock bottom You're all out of pennies, and the

We had a bottle of silver And a bottle of sapphire An Indian blanket And a beachfront bonfire We watched the moon We hit that liquor store By the county line Whipped out a fake ID I got from a friend of mine

My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, I want you to play with my ding-a-ling! We got to do our alma matter, we must do our alma matter When I was a little bitty boy My grandmother bought me a cute little toy Silver bells hanging on a string She told me it was

Whiskey's in the air, dog's on the burner Beer's ice cold, got a pretty little lady to hold Southern summer And that sun shining down like Daddy's silver dollar Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days of gold Yeah, these are the days of gold Well it's