Trouble Breathing letra

I've got talking sickness. Laredo number nine. I pull the pages over the line. Can you hear me? There's something wrong with me, I can't talk, I can't speak, I can hardly even say these words at all. Yeah I know there's something wrong with me, and I haven't got a thing that i can spin around my head. Ties the tongue with silver string and
holds almost everything. Painted on like clouds and sky. I built a pair of human eyes. Ties the tongue with silver string hold on almost everything and it's only half of what you always wanted. Everybody's got it all and it's going around.

Drowningman - Letras

• A Quick Prayer To The Patron Saint Of Dirty Rest A
• Angles And Defenses
• Black-Tie Knife Fight
• Busy Signal At The Suicide Hotline
• Clothesline
• Code Breaking Hearts
• Condoning The Use Of Inhalants
• Highschool Slow Dance
• How They Light Cigarettes In Prison
• If God Loves A Good Winner... (Born To Break Even)
• Last Weeks Minutes...
• Living With The Awful Truth
• Loose Nut
• Mail Order Kindney
• My First Restraining Order
• Radio Tuned To The Sounds Of Hearts Breaking
• Rock And Roll Killing Machine
• Sadder Than Saturday
• Supermarket Riot
• Surveillance Footage Highlights
• The More I Get To Know You The Less I Like You
• The Truly Dangerous Nature...
• The Unbearable Burden Of Always Being Right
• This Years Most Fashionable Signs Of Weakness
• Trouble Breathing
• When People Become Numbers