01/01/11

They say love will break us down,
I guess we’re all just fucked.
The wind has changed once again,
won’t you please, understand?

They say love will break us down,
I guess we’re bound to fail
It’s that blink of an eye,
What you told me that one time.

Let’s forget about logic and what you’re supposed to be,
Force a smile and seek paradise.
Can we remember what we called real last night
Even when we come back to life?

They say love will find you,
It’s when you wish it’s not.
It’s that ink inside your skin,
This diamond inside your blood.

Let’s forget about logic and what you’re supposed to be,
Force a smile and seek paradise.
Can we remember what we called real last night
Even when we come back to life?

You slowly become a stranger to your friends.
You slowly become a stranger to your family.
You slowly become a stranger to the one you shared everything with.


Last Stop: Cancer

Every morning, times they’re a-changing we say,
but today, it rains memories on my back.
The world looks like concrete through this window pane,
I can see the sky going down in flames.

And when the sun is shot down,
it’s time to learn how to love ‘cause

Our dreams and all these lights we think will last,
won’t they be nothing, but smiles in the (face of the) past
when we (grow up), when we (grow up)?

When the moon’s lighting up the cities we all fall in love with,
You don’t want to pick up the phone when cancer calls.
When reality kicks you straight in the face,
I hope that the horizon will still burn bright.

Everything finds a new meaning when a life so close is fading.

(Let’s be setting suns).
(Let’s be setting suns).
(Let’s be setting suns).
(Let’s be setting suns).

(Everything finds a new meaning) when someone so close can stop breathing.

…And our dreams, all these lights we think will last,
won’t they be nothing, but smiles in the (face of the) past
when we (grow up), when we (grow up)?

These smiles will survive.
Passion is forever.


Sparrows

I open my eyes and see the world today,
I wish I could move down south, far away
to forget about this cold city,
forget what it meant to me
and find something new.

I hate fall, but I love the colours.

Sorry if I don’t wanna fall in love anymore,
it’s so hard to find inspiration
on the same streets you often crossed before.
Let’s all forget ‘bout the same boring day.

You’re so lovesick; you don’t know what to do.
You don’t trust anyone.

Find something new.

I hate fall, but I love the colours
(We slept all day, just to be back at night).


Faux-Fire, Faux-Gold

Can’t we care a bit more
‘bout innocence and bliss?
So in times of trouble,
there’ll be something else to do
other than counting scars
on the *surface of the* earth…

(We’re all singing on minor keys,
songs that cut us deep,
but still choking with our
own sincerity,
we’re millions hanging
from these lips,
wishing and waiting
to be…)

Give me a bottle
and I’ll believe (in this).
Grant me the world
and I’ll look at (the sky).
Teach me some simple chords
and I will do (my best)
to try to reach your heart.

(We’re all singing on minor keys,
songs that cut us deep,
but still choking with our
own sincerity,
we’re millions hanging
from these lips,
wishing and waiting
to be…)

(We’re all singing on minor keys,
songs that cut us deep,
but still choking with our
own sincerity,
we’re millions hanging’
from these lips,
wishing and waiting
to be…)

…Something more than flesh & fear.
…Something more, something more.


Van Party Forever

It took me time to understand.
Beauty sometimes shines through and out of dirt,
where everything’s a mess.
Spending time sleeping in a van,
looking at the stars, following our hearts.

(It’s hard to believe)
when you wear your dreams on your sleeves
the less you own, the more you have.
(It’s hard to believe),
but harder to feel alone in a place
where the less you own, the more you have.

When you’re too close to see,
Music in gold letters blinds you
and you can’t truly understand…
But, I’ve come across empty heroes, dying beliefs
and in the end…

(It’s hard to believe)
when you wear your dreams on your sleeves
the less you own, the more you have.
(It’s hard to believe),
but even harder to feel alone in a world
where the less you own, the more you have.

were proud of what we’ve got      it may be hard to believe but..


Classics

(We) walk our own road;
breathe the answer blowing in the wind
and modern love (sounds so fake to our ears).
Our eyes are still waiting, but nothing’s ever clear,
because these miles are grey, still…

We breathe (with burned out lungs)
While this world sinks (ships of gold)
…And we can be wrong, (we can be wrong),
but they can’t be right. We sacrifice our (hearts).

IIIIIII
(We breathe with dust in our lungs).
(These songs are like smoke to our ears) *Pollution auditive*****

–We keep promises for you and me
–We’ll live by the promises we made

(We can be wrong, but they can’t be right).

How many roads are left to burn down, burn down now?
And how many of their words can we still hear?
Can we still hear? (We still)

(Breathe)
While this world sinks.
…And we can be wrong, (we can be wrong),
but they can’t be right. We sacrifice (our hearts).


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