Lyrics Parkway Drive – Sparks
Text:
Born of dust and stone
Dead hearts, roaming a dying home
Life leaves us all, white bones
Upon the shores of time
We are but sparks in a darkened world
And yet some things were born to burn
And yet some things were born to burn
The napalm in your eyes
Is all my cold heart needs
If you bring the matches
I’ll bring the gasoline
I’m the same bad news as you
You’re the same kind of fucked as me
I’m the same bad news as you
You’re the same, you’re the same as me
Album
Parkway Drive – Parkway Drive - Atlas
Parkway Drive – Blue And The Grey
Parkway Drive – Snake Oil And Holy Water
Parkway Drive – Sleight Of Hand
Parkway Drive – Atlas
Parkway Drive – The Slow Surrender
Parkway Drive – Swing
Parkway Drive – The River
Parkway Drive – Dark Days
Parkway Drive – Wild Eyes
Parkway Drive – Dream Run
Parkway Drive – Old Ghosts / New Regrets
Parkway Drive – Sparks