This Town Needs Guns - Havoc in the Forum lyrics

Trust in time evaporates To cloud the mind into bursting With a rain that spits off the lips A barrage of hurtful insults That eventually accumulate Into floods of tears and heartache That erode the coasts And storm the sails Of relationships Age bitters in the mouth Words trap in the teeth And like food decay With the sour taste of time Tripping off the tip Of the tongue Sleepless nights Tied awake In beds of knots She's known some of the best She knows there's no need To hold her breath Sunk by the pa**ing of time The closest of friends All washed away You've seen the coming of age The crashing sound waves You're all but done Shipped wrecked on a Tide of tongue Age bitters in the mouth Words trap in the teeth And like food decay With the sour taste of time Tripping off the tip Of the tongue