Songs of a Dead Poet - The Panic Division

Was it what you’d expected then?

We’re rebels now without a soul

Selling songs to the naked, in the songs of a dead poet

We scatter the road

This time can you take it?

Cause it feels like Im racing the world and Im second best

But its not my call if I crash and burn like the rest

So I’ll write it down before it gets old

Time’s breaking a promise, and my words will let the truth be told

My life’s sinking faster now and I’m wasted, in the songs of a dead poet

We scatter the road

This time can you take it?

Cause it feels like I’m racing the world and I’m second best

But its not my call if I crash and burn like the rest

And the story gets old

And the story gets old

Walk into my life and point me to my own

And the story gets old, and the story gets old

Walk into my life and point me to it

If only a song were deep enough to be my last words

Sleep

We scatter the road

This time can you take it?

Cause it feels like I’m racing the world and I’m second best

But its not my call if I crash and burn like the rest

And the story gets old, and the story gets old

Can someone point me to my home (Come point me to my own)

In the songs of a dead poet