Sunday's Best - Red Herring lyrics

rate me

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.