Byzantine Hearts by The Gatling Gun Revival Lyrics
[Verse 1]
A crowded subway train trembles under the weight
Avoiding weary eyes of strangers that hesitate
The sound of emptiness, it fills the awkwardness
And nurtures loneliness until we can arrive
[Verse 2]
Chasing the laughter down the platform through the gate
A storm came rolling in and lured her from my gaze
The air, electric, while the threat looms overhead
With colored canopies, we braved the acid rain
Swallowed our indifferences, for the sake of being safe
[Chorus]
Lips pressed against the hope of finding anyone
To make me feel the same as I did once before
But all these byzantine hearts are waiting
Waiting for the sky to fall
Every little bit you
[Guitar Solo]
[Verse 3]
Silhouettes and traffic lights sulk in abandoned streets
We wander down the path we have come to know so well
The sound of voices whisper, gathering around our feet
A round of thundering applause echoes through the night
Apologetic souls coiled at the water's edge
[Chorus]
And no one gives a damn about what you hope to do
You're only remembered for the things you choose to do
But all these byzantine hearts are waiting
Waiting for the sky to fall
Every little bit you
A crowded subway train trembles under the weight
Avoiding weary eyes of strangers that hesitate
The sound of emptiness, it fills the awkwardness
And nurtures loneliness until we can arrive
[Verse 2]
Chasing the laughter down the platform through the gate
A storm came rolling in and lured her from my gaze
The air, electric, while the threat looms overhead
With colored canopies, we braved the acid rain
Swallowed our indifferences, for the sake of being safe
[Chorus]
Lips pressed against the hope of finding anyone
To make me feel the same as I did once before
But all these byzantine hearts are waiting
Waiting for the sky to fall
Every little bit you
[Guitar Solo]
[Verse 3]
Silhouettes and traffic lights sulk in abandoned streets
We wander down the path we have come to know so well
The sound of voices whisper, gathering around our feet
A round of thundering applause echoes through the night
Apologetic souls coiled at the water's edge
[Chorus]
And no one gives a damn about what you hope to do
You're only remembered for the things you choose to do
But all these byzantine hearts are waiting
Waiting for the sky to fall
Every little bit you