High-Strung Poets letra

You wrote yourself in camouflage
to see your eyes spelled out just right and you
fired your last cannon ball-point pen.
Across your parchment battlefield
so toiled in rhyme and meter and
your war of words began to meet its Hell today.

Hold your words against the sun.
It's like high-strung poets on a porcelain string.
Tied to one another, always searching for something.

You'll throw your weapons down again
and see the ink spilled through the page and you'll
surrender your lasts thoughts to the machine again.

Hold your words against the sun.
It's like high-strung poets on a porcelain string.
Tied to one another, always searching for something.

Let the sun disguise the mystery
of words describing misery.
Face reflecting light beneath the
thoughts I thought I'd never.

The Evan Anthem - Letras

• A Collection Of Inventive Beginnings
• Actually
• Ballon Jaune
• Be Nice If He's Nice
• Chloroform
• Dans Ce Moment
• End Script
• Fade In-Dependent
• For A Minute Of Your Time
• Goodnight, Good Fight
• Half Ready To Half Believe
• High-Strung Poets
• Look At The Sky
• Oh, To Feel Real
• Replay
• Some Truckstop Casino
• Something/Anything
• Testing
• The Faces Of Everyone
• Vegas
• We Were Searching...
• While Retrieving Military And Mexico
• Yourself Is Someone You Can't Be
• Zero's And Three's