Letra da Música: I'm Feeling Better About Closed Doors - Arms Over Broadway

a gorgeous sight,
focused on light,
passing before our eyes.

A tired gesture,
trying to catch my breath.
I wont make it to the surface this time. (i wont make it) no, not this time.
no, not this time.

Try to move,
through the door frame,
sprawled across the floorboard,
i cant feel a thing.

I'll never let you live this down,
im too far gone to care.
Try not to close your eyes,
we'll let the lights die out.

Dont speak, these walls here everything.
Dont speak, these walls.
Dont speak, these walls here everything.
Dont speak, here everything.

the words that linger,
on the tip of my tongue,
unable to cross my lips.
Irate, and dweling on disbeleif.
This wont get any better.
NO, this wont.