Whatever Lies Will Help You Rest
While Kansas City sleeps,
Cloaked in the twilight of this valley.
Baptitst church lined with,
Roadside poetry.
I keep driving to the most desolate seclusions.
My blackest secrets still imprison me.
And why don't we say what we really feel?
Whenever things are at their best...
Whatever lies will help you rest.
Whenever things are at their best...
Why do we wait for it to fall apart?
Fall apart.
Awaken to the after-taste,
Of cheap wine and bad decisions.
My heart trembles in this morning glow.
I could shield my eyes,
From these inner most seductions.
But still somehow you found me there.
And why don't we say what we really feel?
Whenever things are at their best...
Whatever lies will help you rest.
Whenever things are at their best...
Why do we wait for it to fall apart?
It's my mistake to say,
I'm not the world safest bet.
I've never been too good at being good.
And its probably sad to say...
Whenever things are at their best...
Whatever lies will help you rest.
Whenever things are at their best...
Why do we wait for it to fall apart?
Whenever things...
Whenever things...
Whenever things are at their best...
Why do we wait for it to fall apart?
Autor(es): Kris Roe / Sean Hansen
