minutes pass stretching lines into my past people breath in and out right next to me closing hand burning thoughts like a photograph faceless frames
번역: 가을. 합격 분.
Meet me in the place Where we first met eyes I will show you how How I feel inside You give me butterflies When I look into your eyes I know there's
i can't begin to explain how we disassemble the parts and frame baby it's the same late morning the same no show it's the same fucking habits i guess
When the daylight comes Do you feel it? Leave your bag of bones Underneath your bed Everything is as It should be I'm leaving now As I should be No way
Here it comes The unavoidable sun weighs my head And what the hell have I done? And you know I don't remember a thing I don't remember A thing So I'm
[TOM:] Run, whirlwind run Further and further away Into the sun In, 20 minutes Everyone will remember you when you're gone And your heart, is a stone
We're only young and naive still We require certain skill The mood it changes like the wind Hard to control when it begins The bittersweet between my
I don't remember the first time But I think I'll survive Probably there not to try to wake up because it feeds it 'gain keeps it alive There's specific
I am weary From a love that games I'm not hearing Any other way Shut my eyes Head rests on my hands Quietly Hiding once again Jilted lover Sleeping
[ALISSA:] All the lights go down as I crawl into the spaces If I died on the screens Life tearing at the seams Way-yay-yay-yay-yay I don't ever wanna
Frighten me with desolation You and I, we both agree Better off without the tension Eyes can see, eyes can see what we can't be Take these stones Now
All of my dreams, tear at the seams Frayed, all over the place Thought it was good, everything where it should Be, around me All that depends, on where
You kept me awake last night thought about you till broad daylight Though you're gone you're never out of sight you kept me awake last night Do you expect
I had a fistful of nothing, then the penny dropped One for my troubles, from the very top What I wouldn't give Wise men in bubbles, my to make it pop
I wear my skin like it's not a problem Or is it a problem for you? My past writes the page I walk on Today writes the past for I wage my war in the name
Early morning sits with me and her words are kind Nothing seems to lift the soul like time Some wake up in dreams that we can't buy And we're holding
