Lyrics: Quicksand Album: Tip Artist: Finger Eleven   Slow sinking feeling kills the mood you’re conveying And it pulls me far down below It might be best if you go Can it not wait and hope for the best Will…

Lyrics: My Carousel Album: Greyest Of Blue Skies Artist: Finger Eleven   Spotlights are roaming The show will begin I had never thought But don’t give my circus away I hope it ends before you know me I’ve lost it…

Lyrics: Conversations Album: Finger Eleven Artist: Finger Eleven   Something changing The secret is building Almost over and somehow seems a beginning Losing focus It must be boring Looking forward never turns out the wrong way Conversations alone Complicate us…

Lyrics: Obvious Heart Album: Finger Eleven Artist: Finger Eleven   The obvious heart has come to collect Cause it tore apart like a tortured insect The obvious heart waits here to heal And balances out a subtle reveal Cause there’s…

Lyrics: Condenser Album: Tip Artist: Finger Eleven   Felt the best that i could feel censored every memory Give me yours so i can feed mine Anywhere but far away can’t be what you meant to say I won’t miss…

Lyrics: Absent Elements Album: Finger Eleven Artist: Finger Eleven   Everyone plays along Get them giving or steal the life they’re breathing They’ll grow sickened Take their secret codes and signals Discover all they know Keep up the pace now…

Lyrics: Broken Words Album: Greyest Of Blue Skies Artist: Finger Eleven   Your sweet little hands Brush right past me Sometimes you don’t understand Why you can’t reach I bite when i don’t want to bend How silent i can…

Lyrics: Costume For A Gutterball Album: Tip Artist: Finger Eleven   The mask keeps on slipping and tearing The holes are big enough to see I strain and i’m bending to hear you What did you tell me So slow…

Lyrics: Awake And Dreaming Album: Tip Artist: Finger Eleven   I can’t lose anything So what’s left is mine And i win this time Consolation day I’ll make up a way I’ll know now just what to say I’ll get…

Lyrics: Temporary Arms Album: Tip Artist: Finger Eleven   I burn and melt and stick and fade Your temporary arms invade One of many last warnings Cannot wipe the conscience clean The strain wears in you whore me in again…