Ceilings Crack Lyrics - Such Blinding Stars For Starving Eyes - Cursive

Passed out in your yard 

My clothes were soaking in the morning rain 

My head's just a bruise, like walking in a coma 

Like a battered drone 

All my limbs are numb 

I've been driving past your house 

Been pounding at your door 

I know I'm just a peon to you 

But I deserve more 

Than arrogance 

Condolences 

My hearts are on the sleeves of my shirts scattered over your lawn 

And the morning dew... kissed them 

Drunk on Bastille Day 

Throwing pennies at the broken birds 

Scribbling plans on napkins 

A sketch of broken angel wings under your bed 

My bandages 

Stumbled over to your house 

I'll sneak in the back door 

I know I've been an asshole to you, but that was before 

The argument, the accident 

Well, I've heard it's just a matter of time before the hour is spent 

And my hour is spent 

I can't afford it this time 

I can't afford this time 

I can't afford this time 

I can't afford it... 

The hour has come for retribution 

I'm storming the walls down 

I'm storming the walls down 

The hour has come for retribution 

I'm storming the walls down 

I'm storming the walls down 

Before this night's done, the wounds will be gone 

I'm storming the walls down 

I'm storming the walls down 

The Dirt of the Vineyard 

Less talk, more dancing 

If we could push off the sick conversation one more night 

I surely would 

My shoes have gathered the dust of the vineyard 

Have I soiled your gown? 

There's soil on your gown, like sangria 

Cleanses the heart 

Our clogged hearts are choking on the grime 

As the big band waltzes on 

Your stranded eyes whisper... 

"The dirt is out. 

I can smell her on your velvet hands." 

The dirt is out -- 

are we stuck in the motions again? 

Oh, but was it sweet 

In the vineyard 

Sangria, won't you bless 

The starving lips 

Such virgin lips 

Would choke on all this grime 

I've found some dirt under my nails 

I'll scratch and bite until... 

The dirt is out 

but sangria burns under my skin 

The dirt is out -- 

I thought I'd never wash these hands again 

Under my skin....