Grey Matter (Live)

Grey Matter (Live) - Finch

Bite the tongue to live with

What you've done

It's so good It's so good

Lie to myself while I lie with myself

It's Monday and it's raining

It's Sunday in the sun

It's so good but

Would it be so bad

If you were to pretend

That you were so happy

Keep it to yourself

Don't let the secret go

If you were so willing

But let's pray for this suicide

And all these pictures

Falling down around me

I've surrounded myself

With all I have inside

Would I bite my tongue

And live with what you've done

Just continue sleeping

Selfishly consumed with everything

You've wrought

There's nothing I can do

But let's pray for this suicide

And all these pictures falling down

One wish full step to the side

And please just let me know

Are you happy

I'll decide

These stories are so old

How they match your eyes

Are you happy

I'll decide

These stories are so old

How they match your eyes

Are you happy

I'll decide

These stories are so old

How they match your eyes

Let's pray for this suicide

And all these pictures falling down

One wish full step to the side

And pick these pictures

From the ground that surround me