| | The Farewell Party Lyrics Artist(Band):Cursive
And promptly he hung up the phone There was a doorbell ringing So he snuck out onto the terrace He said "If these were my last words, would they even make print? If all I had to say was simply over said by those old heretics." These words are counterfeit Xeroxed off of memory And no one's listening Hey Twilight dawns All the champagne is gone All that's left is left behind Doorbells, still life Hey "Since you're leaving was it a hollowed out heart? It seems like you've been searching for some wordly position. Somewhere you can curl up in a little ball." It seems the world collapses In the mother's womb The place of birth Where we're all condemned It's the warm, sad, jaded end Starving for salvation on a terrace Drunk, tired, and alone Farewell dead skin These words are second-hand They're dry They're cracked-plastic lies They're cheap old whores That wasted their lives In search of the warmest womb If you find some error in The Farewell Party Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to krista for submitting the lyrics. Review the song The Farewell Party The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Cursive" Music | |
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