The Sky's Barely Black
Album: The Jet Stole Home
By: The Jet Stole Home
By: The Jet Stole Home
Duration
4:12
Genres
Description
A mix of contemporary and classical instruments create a unique sound to compliment the heartfelt lyrics of post-adolescent struggles.
Lyrics
Lips spilling stories of grandeur and love sit in circle hoping, hoping to be loved The drinks drown our souls and make us forget that we all die alone, so just write it in red Your eyes seek the comfort of someone like me: a train wreck, a mess, blood flows through my teeth The corner's my home, it knows my secrets I whisper, I whisper, I live in regret You caught me in the death of what to believe The bottom of the cup's the worst place to be I'm spilling my guts, and catching a kiss A touch a touch a touch would make this worth it Walk quickly down to the end of the street Keep your eyes on the sky, you and the sun will soon meet The morning came a little too fast Drop your shadow off, the sky's barely black
