Released Date:
May 07, 2007
Label:
Atlantic Records
The Surrender EP contains live performances of "This Suffering" and "Devil In A Midnight Mass".
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- 1. Surrender
Lyrics
She reads a book from across the street,
Waiting for someone that she’ll never meet
Talk over coffee for an hour or two,
She wonders why I’m always in a good mood
Killing time before she struts her stuff,
She needs support and I’ve become the crutch
She’ll never know how much she means to me,
I’d play the game but I’m the referee
Surrender… every word, every thought, every sound
Surrender… every touch, every smile, every frown
Surrender… all the pain we’ve endured until now
Surrender… all the hope that I lost, you have found
Surrender… yourself to me
Even though I know what I’m looking for,
She’s got a brick wall behind her door
I’d travel time and confess to her,
But I’m afraid she’d shoot the messenger
Surrender… every word, every thought, every sound
Surrender… every touch, every smile, every frown
Surrender… all the pain we’ve endured until now
Surrender… all the hope that I lost, you have found
Surrender… yourself to me
I think I found a flower in a field of weeds,
I think I found a flower in a field of weeds
Searching until my hands bleed,
This flower don’t belong to me
This flower don’t belong to me
Why can’t she belong to me?
Surrender… every word, every thought, every sound
Surrender… every touch, every smile, every frown
Surrender… all the pain we’ve endured until now
Surrender… all the hope that I lost, you have found
Surrender… yourself to me
I never had the nerve to ask,
Has my moment come and passed?
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- 2. This Suffering (Live At The Orange Lounge)
Lyrics
Like a target drawn across my chest,
She’s a bullet in Russian Roulette
You said you’d never turn your back on me?
Rescue me! Rescue me!
Would you stand by me, or bury me?
Bury me!
Why don’t we end this lie?
I can’t pretend this time
I need a friend to find,
My broken mind, before it falls to pieces…
This suffering!
Every time,
You tried to leave me blind
You’ll never close my eyes,
You’ll never close my eyes and watch me die!
And when she spins the bottle round and round,
Every time it leaves me gagged and bound
You said you’d never turn your back on me?
Rescue me! Rescue me!
Would you stand by me, or bury me?
Bury me!
Why don’t we end this lie?
I can’t pretend this time
I need a friend to find,
My broken mind, before it falls to pieces…
This suffering!
Every time,
You tried to leave me blind
You’ll never close my eyes,
You’ll never close my eyes and watch me die!
Misery, won’t get the best of me
‘Cause now I’m calling, yes I’m calling on your bluff
Throw down the cards, I’ve had enough!
Why don’t we end this lie?
I can’t pretend this time
I need a friend to find,
My broken mind, before it falls to pieces…
This suffering!
Every time,
You tried to leave me blind
You’ll never close my eyes,
You’ll never close my eyes and watch me die!
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- 3. Devil In A Midnight Mass (Live At The Orange Lounge)
Lyrics
A devil in a midnight mass,
He preyed behind stained glass
A memory of Sunday class,
Resurrected from the past
Hold your breath and count to four
Pinky swears don’t work no more
Footsteps down the hallway floor,
Getting closer to my door
I was alive, but now I’m singing…
Silent Night… for the rest of my life,
Silent Night… for the rest of my life,
Violent Knight… at the edge of your knife,
“Forgive me Father”…don’t make it right
Silent Night… for the rest of my life,
Silent Night… at the edge of your knife,
You’re guilty!
A devil in a midnight mass,
Killed the boy inside the man
The holy water in his hands,
Can never wash away his sins
Hold your breath and count to four
Pinky swears don’t work no more
Put my trust in God that day,
Not the man that taught his way
I was alive, but now I’m singing…
Silent Night… for the rest of my life,
Silent Night… for the rest of my life,
Violent Knight… at the edge of your knife,
“Forgive me Father”…don’t make it right
Silent Night… for the rest of my life,
Silent Night… at the edge of your knife
You’re guilty!
Whisper, whisper… don’t make a sound,
Your bed is made; it’s in the ground
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