Champions Of the Weekend Lyrics

The roof is caving in, And I’m searching for signs of open doors, and open, and open
Please don’t speak while I’m trying to say goodbye
This is a moment that I can’t help but to think about our cramping limbs upon four tires
Air raids have proven their worth back our temporary retreat, we know instability helps promote tragedy inside
The roof is caving in and I’m searching for signs of open doors and open skies
As we set our sights on anything we want to help forget where we are from
It seems with every place I’ve been to, I’m in love with every face and monument that wont remind of home
Could a caption help explain theses nights and photographs to prove I might be better off? Better off living stories I’d dream up.
I know these words mean more than what I’ve written down on paper. What’s been typed in my computer it’s just their meaning can’t be sent
The roof is caving in and I’m just searching for signs of open doors and open skies
As we set our sights on anything we want to help forget where we are from, it seems with every place I’ve been to, I’m in love with every face and monument that won’t remind of home.

I’d better sink this quarter to brace my wish and lift it from the ground, from where people are only pacing sidewalks at noon hour, over any time of day.
Sleeping is healing, but it could hold us down.
As we set our sights on anything we want to help forget where we are from, it seems with every place I’ve been to, I’m in love with every face and every monument that we won’t remind of home.
As we set our sights on anything we want to help forget where we are from, it seems with every place I’ve been to, I’m in love with every face and every monument that we won’t remind of home.
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Lyrics submitted by kyle.