Kenneth Aaron Harris — Bands lyrics

The page contains the lyrics of the song "Bands" by Kenneth Aaron Harris.

Lyrics

All these eyes keep pointing at me
Drawing targets on my back
Every evening they see through me
That’s why I’m on the attack
From a club in Johnson City
To a hotel in Cologne
See our pale and sunken faces
We’re calling anywhere our home
And I hope that you find all the peace that I could not find
'Cus I just can’t get it off of my mind
We’re a complicated stereotype
Put a mortgage on our futures
Put a stopper in our youth
We would worry about it later
We were writing our own truce
And I guess that is why in all the pictures that I find
We had that little gleam in our eyes
One I haven’t seen in such a long time
But I guess that’s how the story goes
Just like a hundred times before
But it makes me sick that this is the end
Of those memories in a bargain bin
And what a sad summarisation
For a way to spend your youth
Just some cocky drunk teenager
Mothers thank you for the dues
And I hope that you find all the peace that I could not find
'Cus I just can’t get it off of my mind
We’re a complicated stereotype
When we had that little gleam in our eyes
One I haven’t seen in such a long time