Deaths Dynamic Shroud - Jets Fly By Lyrics

      

Jets Fly By
by deaths dynamic shroud

Photographs in the graveyard
Tangled up by the wind
Another gig on a cold street
A message behind a brick

 I don’t mind it
Hearing the jets fly by
I’m under a blanket
There’s nowhere for me to fly

 Can’t shake it
This lethargy inside
The cracks up and down the floorboards
Ugly bars and flies

 There’s gotta be someway to leave
I’m going to magically grow wings

 In my Volkswagen
Cigarettes burn outside
The strange music matches
Heavy brained and high

 Making out in the country
Psychotropic woods
Feel the dew on the grass
And the music feels so good

 We’re not dead
Not alive
We’re just waiting
To arrive