Portland - Weird Ways
Portland brengt 'Weird Ways' van Strand of Oaks.
I, I don't feel it anymore
Somehow
I see clearer than before
I hold on
to the bastion of life
I turn my back
to the meaning of life
And the scene
isn't my scene anymore
I dug too deep
and was crawling
on the floor
It's what you make
and the people you love
The more I burn,
the less I've got to show
What's calling me now
Is jumping in line
at the store
Keep racin' ahead,
there's no value
in the score
Grind your teeth
And cut off
all your sleeves
A few good riffs
And a sticky bag
of green
You said therefore
It's not as bad
as it seems
A grown-up kid
gets to live out
all his dreams
No self-control
You keep singing through the screams
When you let go
it's closer than you think
There are colors
in the places
you can't find
It's a weird way of saying
Goodbye
It's a weird way of saying
Goodbye
It's a weird way of saying
Goodbye
There are colors
in the places
you can't find
It's a weird way of saying
Goodbye
It's a weird way of saying
Goodbye
It's a weird way of saying
Goodbye