The scent of Thyme carried on the wind Stings my face into remembering Cruel nature has won again Cruel nature has won again On Battleship Hills caved
wrong this time, whoa sinking like a battleship am i ever gonna get through this we're standing on a fault line oh this happens all the time we're sinking like a battleship
It?s battleship grey outside And we don?t know what we?ll be gettin' All your sweet talkin' raining over me Till my name escapes, and I'm set free There
love We're battleships drifting in an alley river Taking hits, sinking, it's now or never Overboard, drowning in a sea of love and hate It's too late, battleship
I swear this time is real, I swear this time is real Stood back and took some copious notes Observation lent some truth, evaluated where I stand Dove
learn c5 and g5 and you can play the entire song) You got me tied down with battleship chains Fifty foot long and a two ton anchor Tied down with battleship
written by Terry Anderson/ Funzalo Music /BMI Tied down with battleship chain Fifty foot long and a two-ton anchor Tied down with battleship chain Fifty
scrambled (in the night) It says, "B-4, I'm gonna wage a whole war, I'll C-2 it that your battleship is sunk way Down or run aground.: Scrap heap,
It's battleship grey outside And we dont know what we'll be getting All your sweet talking, raining over me 'til my nameless games, are all set free
battleship chain Fifty foot long with a two-ton anchor Tied down with battleship chain Fifty foot long with a two-ton anchor Tied down with battleship
find my temper I'm in a rut, had enough, until to touch is tender I feel like world war three is going on inside of me A game of battleships somewhere
I swear this time is real. I swear this time is real. Stood back and took some copious notes observation lent some truth evaluated where I stand. Dove
I've been calling you plenty of things This is how it feels when neon turns to grey I'm barely here, you're losing your touch my dear. I'll be sincere
Waking up at 2 a.m....i realize that im a creature..we all think like machines...if human nature is an anchor...then it won't pull us down...no it won
love We?re battleships, driftin? in an alley river Takin? hits, sinking it?s now or never Overboard, drownin? in a sea of love and hate but it?s too late Battleship
Looks like I'm digging my grave Slowly but surely This loneliness is what's killing me And no I'm not afraid And yes I'm not afraid I'm not afraid to
The scent of Thyme carried on the wind, stings your face into remembering cruel nature has won again. On Battleship Hill's caved in trenches, a hateful
