Red Herring letra

A pictured life with
framed to keep but still he needs.
Can he talk a good game?
It's all done wrong--he's still the same.

The roundabout vagueness plague;
guitar-driven moods he displays.
Play the chord, hear the ring,
it's all the rage--it's still the same.

Today is the day, marked for life.
Here in which we shine so bright.

Sunday's Best - Letras

• Beethoven St.
• Brave, But Brittle...
• Bruise-Blue
• Congratulations
• Don't Let It Fade
• Homing Device
• If We Had It Made
• In Beats Like Trains
• Indian Summer
• Instead, He Falls
• Looks Like a Mess
• Los Feliz Arms
• Our Left Coast Ambitions
• Red Herring
• Saccharine
• The Californian
• The Hardest Part
• The Salt Mines of Santa Monica
• The Try
• Too Soon to Laugh
• Tracing Paper
• Truest You
• When Is Pearl Harbor Day?
• White Picket Fences
• Winter-Owned
• Without Meaning
• You Did This