Song | Flowers From Exile |
Artist | Rome |
Album | Flowers From Exile |
i shall ask you for forgiveness | |
for all the things that i have done | |
i should have known better | |
but i won’t ask for love nor shelter | |
think of me as the one to remain unknown | |
for more than i you have been a face to hide | |
you have become a name to forget | |
would you ever surrender? | |
we stay far from you who wait petrified | |
inside your countries fortified | |
your dread of the deep | |
so unlike our dread of sleep | |
you won’t quench this glow | |
you won’t stem this tide | |
for your conventions are ruin | |
your tools are death to me | |
so how dare you molest the seas | |
you masters of deceit | |
are you still surprised | |
at how our pain dissolves into sound | |
into one voice | |
at this our loneliness more verdict than choice | |
more than i you have been a face to hide | |
you have become a stain to forget | |
a shame to reject | |
so nevermind | |
all our fears, all our tears | |
oh, no, nevermind | |
...the flowers we send you! |
i shall ask you for forgiveness | |
for all the things that i have done | |
i should have known better | |
but i won' t ask for love nor shelter | |
think of me as the one to remain unknown | |
for more than i you have been a face to hide | |
you have become a name to forget | |
would you ever surrender? | |
we stay far from you who wait petrified | |
inside your countries fortified | |
your dread of the deep | |
so unlike our dread of sleep | |
you won' t quench this glow | |
you won' t stem this tide | |
for your conventions are ruin | |
your tools are death to me | |
so how dare you molest the seas | |
you masters of deceit | |
are you still surprised | |
at how our pain dissolves into sound | |
into one voice | |
at this our loneliness more verdict than choice | |
more than i you have been a face to hide | |
you have become a stain to forget | |
a shame to reject | |
so nevermind | |
all our fears, all our tears | |
oh, no, nevermind | |
... the flowers we send you! |