Sic Transit Gloria... Glory Fades lyrics

Artist  : Brand New 
Song : Sic Transit Gloria... Glory Fades
 


Keep the noise low, she doesn't wanna blow
it.
She stripped from head to toe and then
left him with his shoulder out.
Go get your
heartbeat.
It beats me straight into the
ground.
You don't recover from a night like
this.

Our victim, still lying in bed,
completely motionless.
A hand moves in the
dark to her zipper.
And a boy best in
tourniquet sheets barely whispers,
"This is so
messed up."
Upon arrival the guests had all
stared.
Dripping wet and clearly depressed,
he'd headed straight for the stairs.
No longer
cool, but a boy in a stitch,
unprepared for a
life filled with lies and failing
relationships.
(Up the stairs, the station
where the act becomes the art of growing
up.)
He keeps his hands low, he doesn't wanna
blow it.
He's wet from head to toe and his
eyes give her the up and the down.
His stomach
turns and he thinks of throwing up.
Get the
body on the bed like it's flowered and he starts
going down.

The people, the focus.
The
reasons that I had to believe you weren't too
hard to settle.
Die young and save
yourself.

They take all the taste
out.
It used to be the reason that we're even,
now it's choking me up.
Die young and save
yourself.

She hits the lights.
This
doesn't seem quite fair.
Despite everything he
learned from his friends,
he doesn't feel so
prepared.
She's breathing quiet and smooth,
he's gasping for air.
"This is the first and
last time", he said.
She fakes a smile and
presses her hips into his.
He keeps his hands
pinned down at his sides.
He's holding back
from telling her exactly what it really feels
like.
He is the lamb, she is the
slaughter.
She's moving way too fast
and
all he wanted was to hold her.
Nothing that he
touches is really having an effect.
He whispers
that he loves her, but she's probably only looking
for...
(Up the stairs, the station where the
act becomes the art of growing old.)
So much
more than he could ever give.
A life full of
lies and failing relationships.

He keeps
his hands pinned down at his sides.
He waits
for it to end and for the aching in his guts to
subside.
The people, the focus.
The reasons
that I had to believe you weren't too hard to
settle.

Die young and save
yourself.
They take all the taste out.
It
used to be the reason that we're even,
now
it's choking me up.

Die young and save
yourself.
Up the stairs, the station where the
act becomes the art of growing old.
The people,
the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe
you weren't too hard to settle.
Die young and
save yourself.
They take all the taste
out.
It used to be the reason that we're
even,
now it's choking me up.

Die young
and save yourself.