No Bird Sing - Land Mines lyrics

[Verse 1] Dream of escape When you're awake It's easier to take high or close to the breakdown Chase sound round to that dark alley-way Light buzzin' Wish it wasn't Just another block away The stain is splattered on the gravel And it captures the attachment to the tip of the spear Subliminal fear Littered in the closet, ain't been open for years Better hope the combination isn't whispered to a criminal ear Set to appear In visions on the fifteenth Gather old acquaintances Hold their hands Grit your teeth Slip beneath Your blanket Try to get some sleep Kissed the cheek Of every cold epiphany now Plant a seed up in the ground Watch it bleed or let it drown Set it free Pick it up until it meets the fallen idols Came down from artificial rain clouds No one saw 'em comin' Really was the same how That little seed of mistrust Grew up into a flower Then devoured every piece of you with love before the hour turned to month Month became the withered face of something it stayed, to chase the loneliness away Say what you say About the smile painted on the face of the clown A joke is still stuck up in his throat somehow Won't go down Up is where he came from None of us are stubborn enough to feel the same buzz Lit his last smoke Pocket full of gasoline Said his last prayer Aware that it was blasphemy After me The planets gonna atrophy Catch disease You're lucky if you last a week Jokin' funny But nobody loves a bitter thief With jagged little teeth Lying laden onto my relief The rest of me is left wondering What the thunder sees inside the storm A normal way home Is scattered with tornadoes And rusted out pay phones And I'll ignore those warning signs with you I'll ignore those warning signs with you [Hook x4] 16 landmines 17 pairs of feet Don't nobody move ‘less you think you're gonna grow some wings [Verse 2] The only way we're gonna survive Is hiding behind the cloud cover up in the sky Is painting silhouettes of guys in suits diving, floor forty-one Started as a way to have fun So jump Forget about the ripcord It's tucked under the rug with the skeletons and floorboards and Four score and six years from now It'll still be the same, but somehow you gotta rise around it Like your sick of the pounding Like your sick of the yells But its worse, because you're sick of the silence So jump And if you fly then you're a part of the problem How could you solve it With wings on your back When you cut 'em they grow back When you cut 'em they grow back When you cut 'em they grow back With those wings on your back When you cut 'em they grow back When you cut 'em they grow back With those wings on your back When you cut em they grow back When you cut em they grow back When you cut 'em they grow back When you cut 'em they grow back [Hook x4] 16 landmines 17 pairs of feet Don't nobody move ‘less you think you're gonna grow some wings You're gonna grow some wings [x8]