Cursive Ceilings Crack Lyrics

Ceilings Crack Lyrics

Passed out in your yard 

My clothes were soaking in the morning rain 

My
head's just a bruise, like walking in a coma 

Like a battered drone 

All
my limbs are numb 



I've been driving past your house 

Been pounding
at your door 

I know I'm just a peon to you 

But I deserve more


Than arrogance 

Condolences 

My hearts are on the sleeves of my
shirts scattered over your lawn 

And the morning dew... kissed them




Drunk on Bastille Day 

Throwing pennies at the broken birds


Scribbling plans on napkins 

A sketch of broken angel wings under your
bed 

My bandages 



Stumbled over to your house 

I'll sneak in
the back door 

I know I've been an asshole to you, but that was before


The argument, the accident 

Well, I've heard it's just a matter of
time before the hour is spent 

And my hour is spent 

I can't afford it
this time 

I can't afford this time 

I can't afford this time 

I
can't afford it... 



The hour has come for retribution 

I'm
storming the walls down 

I'm storming the walls down 

The hour has come
for retribution 

I'm storming the walls down 

I'm storming the walls
down 

Before this night's done, the wounds will be gone 

I'm storming
the walls down 

I'm storming the walls down 



The Dirt of the
Vineyard

Less talk, more dancing 

If we could push off the sick
conversation one more night 

I surely would 

My shoes have gathered the
dust of the vineyard 

Have I soiled your gown? 

There's soil on your
gown, like sangria 

Cleanses the heart 

Our clogged hearts are choking
on the grime 

As the big band waltzes on 

Your stranded eyes whisper...




"The dirt is out. 

 I can smell her on your velvet hands."


The dirt is out -- 

 are we stuck in the motions again? 



Oh,
but was it sweet 

In the vineyard 

Sangria, won't you bless 

The
starving lips 

Such virgin lips 

Would choke on all this grime


I've found some dirt under my nails 

I'll scratch and bite until...




The dirt is out 

 but sangria burns under my skin 

The dirt
is out -- 

 I thought I'd never wash these hands again 



Under my
skin....