Song | Self Admitted |
Artist | From a Second Story Window |
Album | Conversations |
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作曲 : From A Second Story ... | |
Remember when lines were formed for some sort of reason? | |
Be silent | |
And not just something we do to show our allegiance | |
Try breathing | |
Does it make you feel as though you're simply conceding? | |
Rest your head and continue to tell yourself that nothing we do will ever quell the contempt we all share. | |
I have a lot to lose more than I can tell you | |
Oh god I'm almost there. | |
I'm already leaving. | |
Keep silent and breath in. | |
In breathing we are no longer here | |
Lies | |
I am alive, I feel alive | |
I was meant for more than the way I feel. I revel in my madness. Is there a God outside? | |
Are you listening? | |
There could be more than this. |
zuo qu : From A Second Story ... | |
Remember when lines were formed for some sort of reason? | |
Be silent | |
And not just something we do to show our allegiance | |
Try breathing | |
Does it make you feel as though you' re simply conceding? | |
Rest your head and continue to tell yourself that nothing we do will ever quell the contempt we all share. | |
I have a lot to lose more than I can tell you | |
Oh god I' m almost there. | |
I' m already leaving. | |
Keep silent and breath in. | |
In breathing we are no longer here | |
Lies | |
I am alive, I feel alive | |
I was meant for more than the way I feel. I revel in my madness. Is there a God outside? | |
Are you listening? | |
There could be more than this. |
zuò qǔ : From A Second Story ... | |
Remember when lines were formed for some sort of reason? | |
Be silent | |
And not just something we do to show our allegiance | |
Try breathing | |
Does it make you feel as though you' re simply conceding? | |
Rest your head and continue to tell yourself that nothing we do will ever quell the contempt we all share. | |
I have a lot to lose more than I can tell you | |
Oh god I' m almost there. | |
I' m already leaving. | |
Keep silent and breath in. | |
In breathing we are no longer here | |
Lies | |
I am alive, I feel alive | |
I was meant for more than the way I feel. I revel in my madness. Is there a God outside? | |
Are you listening? | |
There could be more than this. |