We Are letra

We are the young men, we are the desperation.
We are a nervous wreck, we are the anxiety.
We are the broken coin, the begging boys at your door.

Call me the wasted time, the aging adolescence.
Call me a bad sign of everything that's to come.
Call me the crooked line, the field of ice.

And I know I must move on.

We are the broken hearts that got lost or set astray.
We are the unemployed, still tangled up in our dreams.
This is a new sign, the last changing of the day.
It's time to grow up, and move away

Facing New York - Letras

• A Tempest, A Dance
• Apple Sugar Cider
• Butterfly Clock
• Claim / Subclaim
• Cutting My Hair
• Flagstaff
• Fly On The Wall
• Full Turn
• Javelina
• No!
• Paper Shepherd
• Roman Son
• Styrofoam Walls
• Tell Everyone
• This Hourglass
• Tip Of The Iceberg
• Today (It Ends)
• We Are
• You Might Not Feel It At All