Ribbons & Detours - Silversun Pickups

I can’t believe it, you of all things

It’s been a while;

memories deem some kind of anthem

Lingering, images settle internally

Ribbons and detours meant nothing to me Swaying our sentiments, pulling our strings

Tempting me softly, but killing our dream

You said it’s over but maybe…

It’s the same old thing

I can’t believe it, you of all things

Coming in homage, devious needs

Intimate outlies, weakening

Tranquilize slowly, inside of me Ribbons and detours meant nothing to me Swaying our sentiments, pulling our strings

Tempting me softly, but killing our dream

You said it’s over but maybe…

It’s the same old thing

I gave the softest parts, trumped by the darkest parts

Whispered the tender parts, made of idealistic scenes

Ribbons and detours meant nothing to me Swaying our sentiments, pulling our strings

Tempting me softly, but killing our dream

You said it’s over but maybe…

It’s the same old thing

It’s the same old thing

It’s the same old thing

It’s the same old thing