Carthage Must Be Destroyed letra

Forget the phone call it was just a fluke,
Like some static running free in the air.
The night was lonely,
The cable was fucked.
The wine in the glass left a ring.

Circumvent all the thoughts that get you mad.
Lying around imagining the touch I never had.
Who is the patron saint of aphasia?

I had a speech once prepared and rehearsed,
But forgot how to speak for a day.
It's like an answer on the tip of your tongue,
Where the words fall apart and decay.

I tried to forget by laughing.
I tried to forget by drinking.

Circumvent all the thoughts that get you mad.
Lying around imagining the touch I never had.
Who is the patron saint of dysphasia?

Sorry About Dresden - Letras

• 2540 N. 55th St.
• A Brilliant Ally
• A Losing Season
• A Reunion of Sorts
• As The Ruins Are To Rome
• Beds and Lawns
• Butterflies
• Candid Camera
• Carthage Must Be Destroyed
• Crusades
• Deadship, Darkship
• Design and Debris
• Fait La Force
• Faulty Math, Tired Horses
• Frozen In Mid-Gesture
• Going For The Gold
• his House Unhomed
• Hosanna In The Highest
• I Hear Baltimore Is Nice This Time of Year
• It's Morning Again In America
• It's Not Early Anymore
• King of Hobbies
• My Theme Is Carbon
• On Contradiction
• Once We Had a Word For This
• One Version of Events
• Perfect Posture
• Relax, It's Tuesday
• Sick and Sore
• Somewhere There's Snow
• The Approaching Dawn
• The Approaching Dusk
• The Happy Couple
• What The Sea Left Behind, Pt. 1
• When You Cared