The thing never now, were you (unintelligible)
You’re gone and I won’t see you
anymore
You left my love on the run
And said that you were leaving
And you won’t come home again
...you won’t come home again
And I miss you like you're dead
But I never got to grieve you
'Cause I saw you in the arms of someone new
So your phantom follows me
Like a child would his mother
Or a lover who never said goodbye
It’s only saying goodbye
And I cry myself to sleep
And you thought I was happy
I was lonely
Had nowhere to go
And I heard that you moved on
Found a brand new family
And changed your married name
And everything has changed
And I’ll miss you like you’re dead
And find a way to grieve you
Cause I need to
Try and start again
And your ghost will have to leave
Like a child would his mother
Or a lover
Who has to say goodbye
It’s always say goodbye
It’s always say goodbye
...and I went to bed without a thought of what you never said... Your life is a ship in a bottle ...and... I'm trying to shake it... Trying to move the waves in your heart, turning it back to what you once said...
Thursday, July 07, 2011
Friday, July 01, 2011
Monstrous bell toll.
I wake up and find somewhere to go.
That doesn't mean anything more than what is said, you know.
Heavy environmental clockworks strike one last time.
This is the theorem.
This is the rhyme.
Good bye.
It's high up in the air.
Tremendous love-affair.
I wanna be there.
The last breakthrough.
Long wires look like arms or traps for anyone to see.
And the composer strikes desperately on her knees.
Iron is built up in the air.
A gothic scenery.
This is the theorem.
This is the rhyme.
Good bye.
It's high up in the air.
Tremendous love-affair.
I wanna be there.
The last breakthrough.
Something invisible is sleeping in the sea gulls mouth.
What does it mean, what in the world does it amount to?
I wake up and find somewhere to go.
That doesn't mean anything more than what is said, you know.
Heavy environmental clockworks strike one last time.
This is the theorem.
This is the rhyme.
Good bye.
It's high up in the air.
Tremendous love-affair.
I wanna be there.
The last breakthrough.
Long wires look like arms or traps for anyone to see.
And the composer strikes desperately on her knees.
Iron is built up in the air.
A gothic scenery.
This is the theorem.
This is the rhyme.
Good bye.
It's high up in the air.
Tremendous love-affair.
I wanna be there.
The last breakthrough.
Something invisible is sleeping in the sea gulls mouth.
What does it mean, what in the world does it amount to?
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