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these are my lyrics. wrote them when i saw the picture. i wrote a full song.. but that didnt get put on here.
full lyrics:
i can always tell where i am from the view from the window
counting seconds by counting the train tracks
tracked my destination on this twisted cartography.
and all the notes that rang from our heartstrings,
skipped the record.
and while the apocalypse is mere ambience,
shes dancing on broken glass.
and i cant seem to feel my hands,
the cold has taken them.
as my words become ghosts,
like my breath has done,
i begin to choke,
from the terror in my chest.
we keep the bridges burning,
paving paths with no intention of ever returning.
its become too hard to keep up.
and i lost you in the arcade were you spent your quarters and dimes
on paradigm shifts,
and relentlessly ended our efforts of changing the times.
through rhyme we found our reason defined as tangled telephone lines.
but dont remind me
dont you ever remind me
through conversation and speculation,
through coerction and inertia,
ive come to realize we are the rulers
of a sand castle monarchy.
and all this, for what's sake?
wake rhyme and reason
or treason's all in your name.
and you'll never know,
so when you fall in love
or just fall asleep,
you can keep this knife buried in your back.
(give me back)
we keep the bridges burning,
paving paths with no intention of ever returning.
and they crash to the water below,
and you know, the embers will choke us.
so are we falling in love- or just falling asleep?
thanks.
full lyrics:
i can always tell where i am from the view from the window
counting seconds by counting the train tracks
tracked my destination on this twisted cartography.
and all the notes that rang from our heartstrings,
skipped the record.
and while the apocalypse is mere ambience,
shes dancing on broken glass.
and i cant seem to feel my hands,
the cold has taken them.
as my words become ghosts,
like my breath has done,
i begin to choke,
from the terror in my chest.
we keep the bridges burning,
paving paths with no intention of ever returning.
its become too hard to keep up.
and i lost you in the arcade were you spent your quarters and dimes
on paradigm shifts,
and relentlessly ended our efforts of changing the times.
through rhyme we found our reason defined as tangled telephone lines.
but dont remind me
dont you ever remind me
through conversation and speculation,
through coerction and inertia,
ive come to realize we are the rulers
of a sand castle monarchy.
and all this, for what's sake?
wake rhyme and reason
or treason's all in your name.
and you'll never know,
so when you fall in love
or just fall asleep,
you can keep this knife buried in your back.
(give me back)
we keep the bridges burning,
paving paths with no intention of ever returning.
and they crash to the water below,
and you know, the embers will choke us.
so are we falling in love- or just falling asleep?
thanks.