C’mon (Come On) - Panic! At The Disco

Song Title: C’mon (Come On)
Artist: Panic! At The Disco

It’s getting late and
I can’t seem to find my way home tonight.
Feels like I am falling down a rabbit hole
falling for forever, wonderfully wandering alone.

What would my head be like
If not for my shoulders Or without your smile?
May it follow you forever
May it never leave you to sleep in the storm
May we stay lost on our way home.

Come on, come on
With everything falling down around me
I’d like to believe in all the possibilities

If I should die tonight
May I first just say I’m sorry
for I never felt like anybody
I am a man who made hats although I never mastered anything.

When I am ten feet tall
I never felt smaller since the fall
Nobody seems to know my name
So don’t leave me to sleep all alone
May we stay lost on our way home

Come on, come on
With everything falling down around me
I’d like to believe in all the possibilities

Come on, come on
With everything falling down around me
I’d like to believe in all the possibilities

Try not to mistake what you have with what you hate
It could leave, it could leave
In the morning

Celebrate the night, it’s the fall before the climb
Shall we sing, shall we sing
til the morning

If I fall forward, you fall back
And if the sun should lift me up, would you come back?
Come on…

Come on, come on
With everything falling down around me
I’d like to believe in all the possibilities.

Come on, come on
With everything falling down around me
I’d like to believe in all the possibilities

Come on, come on
With everything falling down around me
I’d like to believe in all the possibilities

Yeah yeah yeah!

It’s getting late and I cannot seem
to find my way home tonight

The Ballad Of Mona Lisa - Panic! At The Disco

Song Title: The Ballad Of Mona Lisa
Artist: Panic! At the Disco

She paints her fingers with a close precision
He starts to notice empty bottles of gin
And takes a moment to assess the sin
She’s paid for

A lonely speaker in a conversation
Her words are spinning through his ears again
There’s nothing wrong with just a taste of what you’ve paid for

Say what you mean
Tell me I’m right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign I want to believe

Woah, Mona Lisa, You’re guaranteed to run this town
Woah, Mona Lisa, I’d pay to see you frown

He senses something, call it desperation
Another dollar, another day
And if she had the proper words to say
She would tell him but she’d have nothing left to sell him

Say what you mean, tell me I’m right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign, I want to believe

Woah, Mona Lisa, You’re guaranteed to run this town
Woah, Mona Lisa, I’d pay to see you frown

Mona Lisa, wear me out
Pleased to please Ya
Mona Lisa, wear me out

Say what you mean, tell me I’m right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign, I want to believe

Woah, Mona Lisa, You’re guaranteed to run this town
Woah, Mona Lisa, I’d pay to see you frown

Say what you mean, tell me I’m right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign, I want to believe

There’s nothing wrong with just a taste of what you’ve paid for

I Write Sin Not Tragedies - Panic! At The Disco

Song Title: I Write Sin Not Tragedies
Artist: Panic! At The Disco

Oh, well imagine
As I’m pacing the pews in a church corridor
And I can’t help but to hear
No, I can’t help but to hear an exchanging of words

“What a beautiful wedding!
What a beautiful wedding!?, says a bridesmaid to a waiter
“And yes, but what a shame, what a shame
The poor groom’s bride is a whore”

I chime in with a
“Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!”
No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality

I chime in
“Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!”
No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of..

Well in fact
Well I’ll look at it this way
I mean technically our marriage is saved
Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne

Oh! Well in fact
Well I’ll look at it this way
I mean technically our marriage is saved
Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne
Pour the champagne

I chime in with a
“Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!”
No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality

I chime in
“Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!”
No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality
Again

I chime in
“Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!”
No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality

I chime in
“Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!”
No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality
Again