Fists Buried In Pockets letra

The venue is filled floor to ceiling with smoke
So tonight I'm walking these streets all alone
Fists buried in pockets, clenched against the persisting cold

High overhead the brightly lit billboards are advertising
Things that I can't afford
Like luxury watches, new cars and hospitals

I'm sick to my stomach with this deep fear of death
That heaven's not coming Ive learned to accept
Slowly breathe this cold air in my lungs and I circulate it

Freezing wind blowing glass in my eyes
Seems hellbent on making me deny
That I won't lead a palindrome life
Slowly exhale
Warm air
Then I watch it rise
So I lengthen my stride

The Riot Before - Letras

• 5 To 9
• A Drop In The Ocean
• A Good Sense Of Style
• A Vast White Headless Phantom
• Answers For Change
• Back Stage Room
• Capillaries
• Election Day
• Explosions From Above
• Fifteen Minute Revolution
• Fists Buried In Pockets
• I Am Wrong
• I Have My Books
• In Perspective
• Jam Is A Four Letter Word
• Lather, Rinse, Repeat
• Numero Seven
• On Tracks Asleep Beneath The Snow
• Plastic Chests For Plastic Hearts
• Really Good Reasons To Swear
• Redneckties
• The Cheapest Cigarettes
• The Middle Distance
• The Mirror's Curse
• The Oregon Trail
• The Things I Hate
• The Uttica Stare
• They Rode On In The Friscalating Dusklight
• Threat Level Midnight
• Tinnitus
• To Live How We Believe
• Uncharted Lands
• We Are Wild Stallions
• What I've Missed
• Words Written Over Coffee
• You Can't Sexy Dance To Punk Rock
• You Rock, Rock