Skip to content
Lyric
Dive
Public playlists
My playlists
Search
Sign in
Army
Manchester Orchestra, Bad Books, Kevin Devine
Popularity ยท Low
+
๐ฌ๐ง English ยท Original
0
0
YouTube
Searching YouTube...
Lyrics
Original
Translation
Bilingual
Nothing feels the same since you got home
Someone swapped the pictures on our wall
Photos of evaporated men
Torn up bodies thrown across the sand
There's nothing worse than losing your arm
She's been really great since I got back
I'm afraid she knows I'm off the map
She's been trying talk inside my mouth
I've been trying calm my conscious down
There's nothing worse than losing your spine
ย
When I dream I see your dad holding your throat
ย
His face up to your ear he screaming "I've been shot"
ย
Bank on a your life, evolved by your command
ย
You'll find the painful prize of watching it unhinge
You, you took it harder than our friends
I'm afraid you're spiraling again
Ran into your family at the go
Looked like they'd been living with a ghost
There's nothing worse than poverty line
I can hardly look at her that way
Naked bodies haven't looked the same
I can't tell her why she's gotta stop
Too ashamed to open that one knot
There's worse than being intertwined
ย
You've been dreaming I'm the dad you never had
ย
Haven't out of body visions of my death
Bank on a catered life, that bends for your demands
Expect the painful prize of watching it unhinge
I remember back when we were kids
Life without a paralyzing
Now we get together in a glass
Hardly speak to watch the silence pass
There's nothing worse than silent alarm
We were trying awkwardly to sleep
Detailed out your plan on my my machine
They still astounded in the dark
Shocked that it had finally fallen apart
There's nothing worse than losing your mind
ย
I've been dreaming of this unrelenting love
ย
Depreciated gasping towards a new unknown
ย
It was a trusted ride before the water froze
ย
I found the painful prize is rowing it alone
Drove out to the desert in your van
Drank some gasoline and made love to your hand
Cursed your God below for what he'd done
Before you sucked a gun from your father's gun
There's nothing worse than losing your life
At your funeral she took my hand
Placed it on the baby in your lap
I've been trying my best to find my peace
They both look like criminals to me
There's nothing worse than trusting a lie
When I dream I see your body inside hers
ย
When I wake I see your face call it off
ย
The less you care for it the less it has to grow
ย
I can't abandon it and watch it turn to smoke
Recently I'm working on myself
Starting to convince myself it helps
There's nothing wrong with being alive
ย