Deep Silent Complete Black velvet sea In your creation heaven did decree That in your arms sweet death should dwell The sirens are calling for me Saved my soul thinking "This song's a lie" Sand on the shore is so dry Brave day sinking in endless night

You're the same old song You never thought that I would ever go this far You said potential couldn't ever last this long The same old song Where were you when I needed you, eight months ago All your girlfriends talkin' 'bout me, now you ringin' up my

To the white hills, and the oceans Hold your breath my dear We're going under I search for solace in this toxic land of sin Just let me in Don't wake me up, their songs are soothing Their wine subdues me Dreams, my mind won't lift me from my dreams Oh

If I could write you a song to make you fall in love I would already have you up under my arm I used up all my tricks, I hope that you like this But, you probably won't, you think you're cooler than me You got designer shades just to hide your face And

All night long, play it if this your song On the West side tryna feel the breeze On a mission tryna fuck with OHB She say she fell in love with the G in me And she loving, she loving You know I got the homies parked right outside I’m in the blood red

You're just a sad song, with nothing to say About a life-long, wait for a hospital stay And if you think that I'm wrong This never meant nothing to you If I'm so wrong (so wrong, so wrong) How can you listen all night long? (night long, night long)

This is side one Flip me over I know I'm not your favorite record The songs you grow to like never stick at first So I'm writing you a chorus 'Cause I'd never say no to you And there's no way to talk to you A rivalry goes so deep between me And this loss

I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love I don't want to hear sad songs anymore I only want to hear love songs I found my heart up in this place tonight 'Cause your song's got me feeling like I'm Yeah, you know, your song's got me feeling like I'm Don't

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I’m fairly local, I’ve been around I’ve seen the streets you're walking down I’m fairly local, good people now It’s the few, the proud, and the emotional Yo, this song will never be on the radio Even if my clique were to pick

And experience robs me of hope Without thinking of them I said there's two kinds of men in this world and you're neither of them And his fist Cut the smoke I had an eighth of a second to wonder if he got the joke And in the car