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The Amity Affliction

Snitches Get Stitches

I can say firmly;

none of them knew the colour of the sky (colour of the sky)...

imagine if we were lost at sea;

not a single lip would move, to reveal the stars to me.

I am so... I am so... I am so... I am so... I am so

I am so lost amongst a sea of desperation

that these milky clouds fail to shine their light

on the path I know I'm meant to take.

the path I know I'm meant to take.

Loose lips sink ships and where were you when the sun went down

and our bows filled with lies?

Loose lips sink ships and where were you when the stern broke in two?

I was left with nothing to hold onto.

No one knew the colour of the sky,

no one knew where, or how, or why

cement my thoughts to my ankles and cast me overboard

the liar, the wretch, the failed.

Cement my... Cement my... Cement my... Cement my

Cement my failures throw me overboard;

I'll stare skyward try to remember that, I don't blame them.

I don't blame them... I don't blame them... I don't blame them... I don't blame them

Loose lips sink ships and where were you when the sun went down

and our bows filled with lies?

Loose lips sink ships and where were you when the stern broke in two?

I was left with nothing to hold onto

They could never see the true colour of the sky...

wistful and lonely, caught on my own

my sky is the only, my sky, oh so lonely.