Silversun Pickups – Ribbons & Detours

I can’t trust it, we of all things
It’s been a while; memories hold some kind of anthem
Lingering, images settle internally

Ribbons and detours meant zero to me
Swaying a sentiments, pulling a strings
Tempting me softly, though murdering a dream
You pronounced it’s over though maybe…
It’s a same aged thing

I can’t trust it, we of all things
Coming in homage, divergent needs
Intimate outlies, weakening
Tranquilize slowly, inside of me

Ribbons and detours meant zero to me
Swaying a sentiments, pulling a strings
Tempting me softly, though murdering a dream
You pronounced it’s over though maybe…
It’s a same aged thing

I gave a softest parts, trumped by a darkest parts
Whispered a proposal parts, done of maudlin scenes

Ribbons and detours meant zero to me
Swaying a sentiments, pulling a strings
Tempting me softly, though murdering a dream
You pronounced it’s over though maybe…
It’s a same aged thing
It’s a same aged thing
It’s a same aged thing
It’s a same aged thing