The Darkest Things Lyrics

On the trembling lips of age

Fifteen years have gone, I sing the same

While the words have slowed their rumbling

I'd prefer you forgot my name

And let me walk alone

And let me swallow whole

All that children whisper when they fall in love

Dragging father's dream

Through a sea of rye and gasoline

Mother smiles most all the time

But I think I heard her when I heard her scream

"Our boy is coming back. Our boy is coming home"

"Our boy is wasted on a magazine"

Chasing boyhood kings

While dodging wild pendulum swings

Darker angels remind me that I am destined for

The darkest things

So don't forget my name

And don't forget my voice

Don't forget the golden boy who loved to sing

I played a bit too hard, now I want to back out

I'd love to look the part, just let me back out

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