quinta-feira, maio 08, 2014

30 Seconds

I can feel you breathing and you're sticking to my skin
Someone shut the morning up, my conscience creeps back in
I don't hear the words you say when you just come around
I don't hear the words you say, I just see you lie

There's one thing that I should remember
There is a light at the end of the tunnel
There's one thing that I should remember
There is a light at the end of the tunnel

Buggered by a priest when you were seven years of age
The age of understanding came with blood and semen stains
All your hope in politics, handed back yourself
Is there anything as disgraceful I can see again

There's one thing that I should remember
There is a light at the end of the tunnel
There's one thing that I should remember
There is a light at the end of the tunnel

How did we get from the blue lamp disco to cracking up in San Francisco
I look at myself in a sober light, I'm not Elvis but I'm alright

I can feel your breathing when you tear me from within
Unhinged and unravelled as you rip my fucking skin
I can put my head back on but it's the wrong way round
Feeling up the ladder, you won't get back down

There's one thing that I should remember
There is a light at the end of the tunnel
There's one thing that I should remember
There is a light at the end of the tunnel
There's one thing that I should remember
Oh, there is a light at the end of the tunnel
There's one thing that I should remember
There is a light at the end of the tunnel

(Therapy?)




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segunda-feira, novembro 27, 2006

Isolation

Every evening, every day
Calling for love that's from above
Everyone wanting it for real
Expecting devotion and love

Isolation, isolation
Isolation, isolation

Surrender to self preservation
And others who cannot themselves
Life has been touched to perfection
A face is like anything else

Isolation, isolation
Isolation, isolation

Mother I tried, do believe me
I'm doing the best things that I can
I'm ashamed of the things that I've been put through
I'm ashamed of the person who I am
But if you could just see the beauty
These things I could never describe
Pleasurable ways of distraction
This is my wanting cry
Isolation, isolation

Isolation, isolation
Isolation, isolation
Isolation, isolation
Isolation, isolation
Isolation

(Therapy?)



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