silverchair
staging a traffic jam
a burning bridge staging a traffic jam intention stained upon expression eyes the sky's darkest clouds constipated mountains of condensation  *at the start there was innocence breaks my heart doesn't make no sense just start again thats the recompense just learning to fly  in a sense its innosence its my only defense on a guilt trip and being held hostage I'll wrap my heart around you I'll wrap my arms around you falling down the stairs  *see this chair see this empty room theres my heart theres my open wound 'cause the end always comes too soon just try to get by!.