Sunny Days & Hand Grenades

Sunny Days & Hand Grenades - Chiodos

The moonlight is calling your attention

And I don't think I can make a sound

The champagne has died

I heard the cry of what might have been

The sound lights up the air

Like the stars in the sky and you don't wanna say a word

I'd rather show you what's on my mind

A stitch a touch a spit shot of lemonade

On a sunny day where the kids won't go out to play

Shadows for suburban homes

I'm so scared of the things that I'll never know

I put all of my faith in a dial tone

They say that they'll be there but you know they won't

You know they won't

The sunlight is demanding your affection

And my eyes won't leave the ground

The champagne it died

I heard the cries from inside your skin

The sound lights up the air like a starlet when she dies

And you don't wanna say a word The eulogies are all mine

A snitch a crutch a weak spot a hand grenade

On a sunny day where the kids won't go out to play

Shadows for suburban homes

I'm so scared of the things that I'll never know

I put all of my faith in a dial tone

They say that they'll be there but you know they won't

You know they won't

Welcome to society's idea of a perfect family

With a love straight from a fairy tale

And two perfect little angels

Take a seat sit right down and welcome to all of the lies

The tension the guilt the hate the unspoken misery

Cheating faking hiding pretending

Neglecting demeaning fighting

The resentment the drugs the abuse

Have a seat get uncomfortable and enjoy the show

A stitch a touch a spit shot of lemonade

On a sunny day where the kids won't go out to play

Shadows for suburban homes

I'm so scared of the things that I'll never know

I put all of my faith in a dial tone

They say that they'll be there but you know they won't

You know they won't