I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame
That once burned within these fists where defeat remains
The night has fallen down the staircase...
I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame
That once burned within these fists where defeat remains
One February night, we screamed our agonies
And I swear I tried to care
I tried, I tried...
But the icicles hung down like prison bars...
I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame
That once burned within these fists where defeat remains
One February night, we screamed our agonies
And I swear I tried to care
I tried, I tried...
(And) I lost the will to fight...
The will to fight...
(I lost the will to fight... I lost the will to fight... I lost it... I lost it...
I lost the will to fight.)
Returns And Exchanges lyrics - Cursive
"This is like pulling teeth"
Said the man with the gap-toothed smile
Upon decline
So the silence seeped into
An impatient line
Of returns and exchanges
And the silence brewed
Like a storm
As they brooded over their misfortunes
Some things you can't take
We're all the same
We share a common weakness:
We're all afraid
Of a pointless existence
Still the silence grows
A crescendo of deafening stillness
Silence you just can't speak
Much less repeat
To your lover
Or your mirror
Because such simple words
Can leave us crushed
As we deny that life is
One big mistake
It can't be exchanged
We're all the same
We're loveless liars tonight
We're all ashamed
Of our life
We've been declined
We shouldn't have tried
To fake such existence
Said the man with the gap-toothed smile
Upon decline
So the silence seeped into
An impatient line
Of returns and exchanges
And the silence brewed
Like a storm
As they brooded over their misfortunes
Some things you can't take
We're all the same
We share a common weakness:
We're all afraid
Of a pointless existence
Still the silence grows
A crescendo of deafening stillness
Silence you just can't speak
Much less repeat
To your lover
Or your mirror
Because such simple words
Can leave us crushed
As we deny that life is
One big mistake
It can't be exchanged
We're all the same
We're loveless liars tonight
We're all ashamed
Of our life
We've been declined
We shouldn't have tried
To fake such existence
Pulse lyrics - Cursive
I'll never go back there
Don't make me go back there...
Now that god is an atheist
Finally I can sleep at night
In a hotel room with holes in the curtains
I shivered as she slid up my leg
She could convince me a hundred hail mary's
She whispered "dear boy, your god is me"
I'll never go back there
Don't make me go back there...
I...don't...sleep...in this dead cold bed
In a hotel room the color of her skin
Holes in the drapes spray beams of light
Strangling lovers, were we kidding each other
Gasping for breath, in poisonous lies
In a hotel room (it was my second communion)
Is that your blood cleansing my veins
If three little angels (would peak in these curtains)
They'd whisper "dear boy, your mouth was too warm"
Was too warm
Was too warm
Don't make me go back there...
Now that god is an atheist
Finally I can sleep at night
In a hotel room with holes in the curtains
I shivered as she slid up my leg
She could convince me a hundred hail mary's
She whispered "dear boy, your god is me"
I'll never go back there
Don't make me go back there...
I...don't...sleep...in this dead cold bed
In a hotel room the color of her skin
Holes in the drapes spray beams of light
Strangling lovers, were we kidding each other
Gasping for breath, in poisonous lies
In a hotel room (it was my second communion)
Is that your blood cleansing my veins
If three little angels (would peak in these curtains)
They'd whisper "dear boy, your mouth was too warm"
Was too warm
Was too warm
Tides Rush In lyrics - Cursive
The coast is clear
The coast is everywhere
I must have reached the end
Of the year of searching
For meanings in meaning
The coast is clear
Tides rush in
Are we all being tugged by
The same unit force that tugged me in?
That tucks us in with a kiss on those brows
It's something felt, but you can't describe
But we always try
We're always trying
Tides rush in
Fools fall for the undertow
For the chance encounter with something godsend
The gods haven't sent me a thing
Yeah
You don't know and you never will
This epiphany's just a cheap handjob I give myself
I give myself no credit for this
This bastard attempt at a standardized song
It's all I've got
After years of searching for meanings in meaning
The coast is clear
Tides rush in
Pull us farther, undertow
The coast is everywhere
I must have reached the end
Of the year of searching
For meanings in meaning
The coast is clear
Tides rush in
Are we all being tugged by
The same unit force that tugged me in?
That tucks us in with a kiss on those brows
It's something felt, but you can't describe
But we always try
We're always trying
Tides rush in
Fools fall for the undertow
For the chance encounter with something godsend
The gods haven't sent me a thing
Yeah
You don't know and you never will
This epiphany's just a cheap handjob I give myself
I give myself no credit for this
This bastard attempt at a standardized song
It's all I've got
After years of searching for meanings in meaning
The coast is clear
Tides rush in
Pull us farther, undertow
The Rhyme Scheme lyrics - Cursive
Words have no feeling without loaded meanings
Words take too long to come across
Meanings are meant for defining defintions
We load them for effect, it's cheap but it's working
It's the best I've got to get your attention
I could never get your attention
I could never please you
The verses are wasted on words you won't relate to
On words you'll never hear
It's not working -- I don't feel any better
I don't feel so well
The verbal breakdown has failed
So I'm whispering secrets
Hush, hush, on the loudspeaker
Words sculpted on verse become absurd
But it's the best I've got to get your attention
I could never get your attention
I could never please you
Words so sympathetic -- symphonic, yet pathetic -- are tossed on to the song
The meaning is lost...
The meaning is lost...
Words... just... won't... work...
Words... are... slowly demeaning their meanings
Words... make... things... worse
Words... are... always repeating
Losing their meaning
These words failed
Words fail
Words take too long to come across
Meanings are meant for defining defintions
We load them for effect, it's cheap but it's working
It's the best I've got to get your attention
I could never get your attention
I could never please you
The verses are wasted on words you won't relate to
On words you'll never hear
It's not working -- I don't feel any better
I don't feel so well
The verbal breakdown has failed
So I'm whispering secrets
Hush, hush, on the loudspeaker
Words sculpted on verse become absurd
But it's the best I've got to get your attention
I could never get your attention
I could never please you
Words so sympathetic -- symphonic, yet pathetic -- are tossed on to the song
The meaning is lost...
The meaning is lost...
Words... just... won't... work...
Words... are... slowly demeaning their meanings
Words... make... things... worse
Words... are... always repeating
Losing their meaning
These words failed
Words fail
A Career In Transcendence lyrics - Cursive
Congratulations
Looks like you've finally made it, boy
You're a real major-leaguer now
Mama must be so, so, so proud
The word around
Is that your nest was too cozy
Well, some words are like bricks
And so we build our fortresses
You're on your own now, boy
I bet you've got the whole world figured out
One man cleans up after the pony
And another man rides that pony in,
And prances around
Isn't that what you were trained for?
But your words weigh you down
You've built your nest of bricks
Built your nest of bricks...
All we are is all we'll be
We think today, we say tomorrow
All (we think) we are (today) is all (we say) we'll be (tomorrow)
All (we think) we are (today) is all (we say) we'll be (tomorrow)
Looks like you've finally made it, boy
You're a real major-leaguer now
Mama must be so, so, so proud
The word around
Is that your nest was too cozy
Well, some words are like bricks
And so we build our fortresses
You're on your own now, boy
I bet you've got the whole world figured out
One man cleans up after the pony
And another man rides that pony in,
And prances around
Isn't that what you were trained for?
But your words weigh you down
You've built your nest of bricks
Built your nest of bricks...
All we are is all we'll be
We think today, we say tomorrow
All (we think) we are (today) is all (we say) we'll be (tomorrow)
All (we think) we are (today) is all (we say) we'll be (tomorrow)
The Road To Financial Stability lyrics -
Watching cars
Will anyone stop for us?
Or will we be passed by
Be passed on
The day passes away
The moment cracks along the sidewalk
And we're alone
Imagining what songs would be on our soundtrack
Maybe it's me
I've lost faith in visibility
On this street we are ghosts of the passers-by
Passive and stranded
The clouds are closing on
It's a storm watch, so beware
These cars have been known to capsize in strong winds
We've lost transmission...
We've lost transmission...
Don't tell me this is how it ends
Don't tell me this is how it ends
Will anyone stop for us?
Or will we be passed by
Be passed on
The day passes away
The moment cracks along the sidewalk
And we're alone
Imagining what songs would be on our soundtrack
Maybe it's me
I've lost faith in visibility
On this street we are ghosts of the passers-by
Passive and stranded
The clouds are closing on
It's a storm watch, so beware
These cars have been known to capsize in strong winds
We've lost transmission...
We've lost transmission...
Don't tell me this is how it ends
Don't tell me this is how it ends
Tempest lyrics - Cursive
Wind blown
A semi capsized in the storm
Stranded
The rains of June have cleansed it
A baptism of sufferage
Take two
One man beneath a waning moon
Still birth
The abortive child of entropy
Careening for identity
Tempt him
Break him in slowly
His heart is quick to judge
But his hands are too lonely
Break him in slowly...
Red dawn
Another storm opens her arms
She's whispering
"Surrender all your loyalties"
Hand over your idle hands of false idols
Let the rains embrace you
Now...
Break them in slowly
Young hearts are quick to judge
But their hands are so lonely
Break them in slowly...
Break them in slowly...
A semi capsized in the storm
Stranded
The rains of June have cleansed it
A baptism of sufferage
Take two
One man beneath a waning moon
Still birth
The abortive child of entropy
Careening for identity
Tempt him
Break him in slowly
His heart is quick to judge
But his hands are too lonely
Break him in slowly...
Red dawn
Another storm opens her arms
She's whispering
"Surrender all your loyalties"
Hand over your idle hands of false idols
Let the rains embrace you
Now...
Break them in slowly
Young hearts are quick to judge
But their hands are so lonely
Break them in slowly...
Break them in slowly...
Break In The New Year lyrics - Cursive
New years ago
We drank and danced and left our sour hearts behind
We sweetened for a kiss --
The kiss of a new year to come
But those days are gone
We never got resolution -- it never comes
All the best wishes were blown
So blow out your candles -- the year won
So long, to longing for the ressurrection of an unbrindled wantonness
Break in the new year...
Break in the new year...
Break in the new year...
Break in the new year...
Fear
Whipped us in shape
We must stay afraid -- our new god is discipline
New, but hardly improved, it's just new cliches
"They might nail your hands, but your neck has been saved"
So break in the new year with a vintage wine
Here's to aging, when some things just get bitter with age
And other are made to be broken
Broken
Broken in...
We're disciples of discipline
Sweetened for the kiss...
Off
We drank and danced and left our sour hearts behind
We sweetened for a kiss --
The kiss of a new year to come
But those days are gone
We never got resolution -- it never comes
All the best wishes were blown
So blow out your candles -- the year won
So long, to longing for the ressurrection of an unbrindled wantonness
Break in the new year...
Break in the new year...
Break in the new year...
Break in the new year...
Fear
Whipped us in shape
We must stay afraid -- our new god is discipline
New, but hardly improved, it's just new cliches
"They might nail your hands, but your neck has been saved"
So break in the new year with a vintage wine
Here's to aging, when some things just get bitter with age
And other are made to be broken
Broken
Broken in...
We're disciples of discipline
Sweetened for the kiss...
Off
Proposals lyrics - Cursive
Let's get one thing straight: we don't have any answers
We are proposals in a cosmic nursery
And these massive stars -- they're just little twinkles
If I can't possess them at such magnificence
So if you can really hear me,
And you think you really believe in it
Then there must be some kind of privelege here
To putter around with such an existence
And if you see me on some stage
And you really believe it's me over there
Well, there's a chance it's not really me
Maybe we're not ourselves at all
And maybe being is simply believing that each breath we take in
Must lead to another breath out, one more breath yesterday
From yesterday -- and a timeline of yesterdays
Filled in with love or with pain or whatever bullshit we smear on our sleeves
I've found my cause, and this is it --
There are no answers
Am I what I am? Is that what this is? Is this all there is
We are proposals in a cosmic nursery
And these massive stars -- they're just little twinkles
If I can't possess them at such magnificence
So if you can really hear me,
And you think you really believe in it
Then there must be some kind of privelege here
To putter around with such an existence
And if you see me on some stage
And you really believe it's me over there
Well, there's a chance it's not really me
Maybe we're not ourselves at all
And maybe being is simply believing that each breath we take in
Must lead to another breath out, one more breath yesterday
From yesterday -- and a timeline of yesterdays
Filled in with love or with pain or whatever bullshit we smear on our sleeves
I've found my cause, and this is it --
There are no answers
Am I what I am? Is that what this is? Is this all there is
Semantics Of Sermon lyrics - Cursive
Since I wrote this am I the culprit
These useless wisdoms I dispense
At your expense
Picture postcards
A three minute essay
Some scribbled words to four line verse
Meanwhile, we mean well
We cannot escalate or escape this
So let's pretend our little songs are more than songs
More like sermons
Attention, attention
That's all we're asking for
Our little songs are our little whores
Jukebox cupids -- and the medium's a trend
The music lends itself to it -- to itself
The lyrics bend to make the song
Attention, attention
Don't tell me that's all we're writing for
Picture postcards
Three minute essays
We can never fit in what we want to say
These useless wisdoms I dispense
At your expense
Picture postcards
A three minute essay
Some scribbled words to four line verse
Meanwhile, we mean well
We cannot escalate or escape this
So let's pretend our little songs are more than songs
More like sermons
Attention, attention
That's all we're asking for
Our little songs are our little whores
Jukebox cupids -- and the medium's a trend
The music lends itself to it -- to itself
The lyrics bend to make the song
Attention, attention
Don't tell me that's all we're writing for
Picture postcards
Three minute essays
We can never fit in what we want to say
A Little Song And Dance lyrics - Cursive
I sat around for hours on end
For an end so clearly predetermined
I shall no longer play a part of your equation
I missed your boat a thousand times, I swear
You must have stayed off shore to avoid such relations
Avoidance has been your trump
But still I wait for you
This is the best I can do
To throw my energy into your apathy
It's the best I can do
I once had pride, I once had guts
But I gave up all that shit for the big easy
So now I rely on you to get me through this
I once believe I had a name
But my name was changed to the numbers on my resume
So I hope that you're impressed
I did it all for you
It's the best that I could do
A little song and dance
Can have its consequences
It's the best that I can do
To sit around the phone
The patience waits for you
This is the best that I can do
This is the best that I can do...
I sweat it out for hours on end
For an end so obviously predetermined
For an end so clearly predetermined
I shall no longer play a part of your equation
I missed your boat a thousand times, I swear
You must have stayed off shore to avoid such relations
Avoidance has been your trump
But still I wait for you
This is the best I can do
To throw my energy into your apathy
It's the best I can do
I once had pride, I once had guts
But I gave up all that shit for the big easy
So now I rely on you to get me through this
I once believe I had a name
But my name was changed to the numbers on my resume
So I hope that you're impressed
I did it all for you
It's the best that I could do
A little song and dance
Can have its consequences
It's the best that I can do
To sit around the phone
The patience waits for you
This is the best that I can do
This is the best that I can do...
I sweat it out for hours on end
For an end so obviously predetermined
When Summer's Over Will We Dream Of Spring lyrics - Cursive
A safe position -- a back against the wall
A simple shrug to shurg the questions off
When there's no action, there's no reaction
Curb the dead, avert the consequence
So if no one moves, and no one speaks a word
We could act OK
(We must standstill -- we must honor the stalemate)
And we must slumber... have we ever been awake?
Have we done a thing?
When summer's over will we dream of spring?
Safety can be disabling
A crippled history as an absentee
A safe position -- turn off the phone
Hang the blankets over the windows
'Cause if no one's home, then there's no one responsible
There's no response for disappointed eyes
To see through you -- well, they can't see you anymore
(We must standstill -- we must honor the stalemate)
Until we're pawned off... have we ever been present?
Are we too past tense?
When summer's over will we face autumn?
Safety is disabling
A crippled history
Crippled history
A crippled history...
Absentee... absentee... You're safe with me
Curb the deed, avert the season
Absentee... absentee... You're safe with me
When summer's over will you dream of your crippled history
Crippled history
Crippled history
Crippled history
Absentee... When summer's over will you dream of your crippled history
Crippled history
Crippled history
Crippled history
Absentee...
A simple shrug to shurg the questions off
When there's no action, there's no reaction
Curb the dead, avert the consequence
So if no one moves, and no one speaks a word
We could act OK
(We must standstill -- we must honor the stalemate)
And we must slumber... have we ever been awake?
Have we done a thing?
When summer's over will we dream of spring?
Safety can be disabling
A crippled history as an absentee
A safe position -- turn off the phone
Hang the blankets over the windows
'Cause if no one's home, then there's no one responsible
There's no response for disappointed eyes
To see through you -- well, they can't see you anymore
(We must standstill -- we must honor the stalemate)
Until we're pawned off... have we ever been present?
Are we too past tense?
When summer's over will we face autumn?
Safety is disabling
A crippled history
Crippled history
A crippled history...
Absentee... absentee... You're safe with me
Curb the deed, avert the season
Absentee... absentee... You're safe with me
When summer's over will you dream of your crippled history
Crippled history
Crippled history
Crippled history
Absentee... When summer's over will you dream of your crippled history
Crippled history
Crippled history
Crippled history
Absentee...
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