Lyrics:
before
A splice then play back reels
From the cutting room floor
And nothing gets me close
To how I wanna feel
Try to suck it up
But I still got no
something else to start over again
From the summit's edge to the cutting room floor
I will be afraid no more (no more)
The morning dove sings with two
the room
A silver tongue cutting
Precise and true
Leading all these people, to their very doom
I might've made it all up, they follow through
And somethings
Saving crowds from the roar from the cutting room floor
Played it at night in his dreams
Woke up was cold and his manager had sold him
It's louder than
I dissolve by two would you agree with me at all
Mark it in your blueprints on the cutting room floor
Making changes as you go, they're almost ready
and hawing‘ll haunt your boiler rooms abysmally
And kidnap rapid eyes in their infancy
Everything his cutting room scrapped
On a silver screen that throws
Hearts
Our hearts
Now I wanna die like movie stars, you said
As you jumped from the height of our cutting room floor
While above us glowing,
getting bored in my room
Cutting up these photos of me and you
Memories are fading fast
I think we both knew that this wouldn't last
I don't think I'm gonna
"Show and Don't Tell" on the big screen
When all of the lines you've learned are
Bleeding on the cutting room floor
There's no star on the door
Good
The past is on the cutting room floor,
The future is here with me.
Choose me!
Fade up on a star
With it all in her sights
All the love and the lights
That
this hysteria
Beware of us.
Sharp as a knife,
Stay on the cutting edge,
While you on the cutting room floor,
Never to see the light of day.
The mighty
the jingoists more
Peaceful protesters ended up
On the cutting room floor
Nintendo© casualties of the ratings war
More bombs dropped than in World War II
the cutting room
Tucking keys with love to make
A masterpiece or two
I can’t imagine what you feel like yet
Like fiction turned fact at the moment we met
Let's
this the cutting room floor
Picking up a scrap too less
And break the rules more
So who's up for being up to something
Used to be a nothing
Used
as long as I've got your love
Honey, I'm home right next to you
Sitting on the couch in the living room
Just cutting up, doing what we do
It's like I
cutting room
Our worst wounds we inflict upon ourselves
I am as hollow as my willingness to let go
What could be more beautiful than death?
Your
I'm weak
Snap! Take a picture
Cause you won't be seeing me around
No more. Did you ever picture
You and me on the cutting room floor?
I lose my
it's the cutting room floor
And I walk empty halls in my dreams, hear your voice as it echoes and leaves
I wish I could say what I mean
I'm breaking
on
I’d get stuck inside your head,
But it wouldn’t be so fun
So I sit here on the floor
Of the cutting room, I guess
Product of a writer’s block,
them know, that its all for show now smile big for the camera
Our dark rooms are coming to light
We're eating the film from the cutting room floor
to pick them all up from the cutting room floor
We'll stitch them back together into a beautiful thing
A scene comes into view
A movie starts...
Where do
I'm in pieces on the cutting room floor
Listen to the rebel on the radio
Singing about some people that we don't know
Don't count me out, don't
my wounds
Running on fumes
Is and isn’t what I paid for
Collecting my thoughts
and scattering them
Brain resembling a cutting room floor
Everything in
someone else's scene
But the scene's such a bore
On the cutting room floor
cre the days that no one ever will see
Sometimes I feel like Peter Pan
Sitting
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