Songs of a Dead Poet - Panic Division
These words remaining complicated
Tell me which way to run
Was it what you'd expected then
We're rebels now without a soul
Selling songs to the naked
In the songs of a dead poet
We scatter the road
This time can you take it
Cause it feels like
I'm racing the world and I'm second best
But its not my call if I crash and burn like the rest
So I'll write it down before it gets old
Time's breaking a promise
And my words will let the truth be told
My life's sinking faster now and I'm wasted
In the songs of a dead poet
We scatter the road
This time can you take it
Cause it feels like
I'm racing the world and
I'm second best
But its not my call if I crash and burn like the rest
And the story gets old
And the story gets old
Walk into my life and point me to my own
And the story gets old and the story gets old
Walk into my life and point me to it
If only a song were deep enough to be my last words
Sleep
Walk into my life and point me to it
If only a song were deep enough to be my last words
We scatter the road
This time can you take it
Cause it feels like
I'm racing the world and I'm second best
But its not my call if I crash and burn like the rest
It's another days for you to my heart
And the story gets old and the story gets old
Can someone point me to my home
(Come point me to my own)
(Come point me to my own)
(Come point me to my own)
Can someone point me to my home
(Come point me to my own)
(Come point me to my own)
(Come point me to my own)
In the songs of a dead poet