Song | My Transparent Heart |
Artist | Thränenkind |
Album | The Elk |
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[01:20.82] | I'm not, what I believed to be. |
[01:24.82] | My face is the grimace of a drowning ghost, |
[01:31.00] | submerged by memories. |
[01:36.70] | My orbits look hollow and blank. |
[01:40.77] | My chest is reigned by autumn’s breath. |
[01:45.36] | Hosting nothing but the shards of barkless ebonies. |
[02:24.79] | All these embodied shapes seem like strangers to me now. |
[02:32.87] | Thieves that stole my youth...won't hurt me again. |
[02:40.78] | Ranked like mute sentinels, set in naive reveries. |
[02:48.77] | Your chants are the cries of a thousand dying birds. |
[02:56.78] | Your rigid javelins in my side I wear |
[03:02.12] | and on my back a grove of willows appears; |
[03:09.05] | withered and parched, each with a hollow trunk. |
[03:14.08] | For as long as I am able to save my transparent heart, |
[03:22.00] | I won’t let you ruin the most precious part of me. |
[03:44.05] | The pattering of the rain is the soundtrack of my life. |
[03:51.78] | I am a lone wolf, survivor or beast? |
[03:55.45] | But I have never been companionless. |
[04:00.25] | When I cried there was someone who cried with me. |
[04:04.35] | When I lost there was someone who lost with me. |
[04:08.36] | We were comrades in misfortune. |
[04:11.97] | Hurt companions for a lifetime. |
[04:16.30] | Late at night we're driving through this town. |
[04:20.09] | Together ... but both alone. |
[04:24.02] | I looked into her eyes and saw nothing but dying dreams. |
[04:32.32] | Suddenly she grabbed my hand and i could feel her cold fingers around mine. |
[04:40.26] | We drove right through the middle of the storm. |
[04:44.15] | Me and my best friend, named solitude. |
[04:53.45] | The eyes saw an empty street. |
[04:56.72] | Our shivering bodies felt two silent hearts. |
[05:00.53] | The wind sent us some yellow leaves |
[05:03.02] | and what we got was a blue story. |
[05:09.18] | A story about rain. |
[05:11.28] | A story about the whirling sky. |
[05:16.93] | A story about dreams and struggle |
[05:19.78] | and this neverending longing for freedom. |
[01:20.82] | I' m not, what I believed to be. |
[01:24.82] | My face is the grimace of a drowning ghost, |
[01:31.00] | submerged by memories. |
[01:36.70] | My orbits look hollow and blank. |
[01:40.77] | My chest is reigned by autumn' s breath. |
[01:45.36] | Hosting nothing but the shards of barkless ebonies. |
[02:24.79] | All these embodied shapes seem like strangers to me now. |
[02:32.87] | Thieves that stole my youth... won' t hurt me again. |
[02:40.78] | Ranked like mute sentinels, set in naive reveries. |
[02:48.77] | Your chants are the cries of a thousand dying birds. |
[02:56.78] | Your rigid javelins in my side I wear |
[03:02.12] | and on my back a grove of willows appears |
[03:09.05] | withered and parched, each with a hollow trunk. |
[03:14.08] | For as long as I am able to save my transparent heart, |
[03:22.00] | I won' t let you ruin the most precious part of me. |
[03:44.05] | The pattering of the rain is the soundtrack of my life. |
[03:51.78] | I am a lone wolf, survivor or beast? |
[03:55.45] | But I have never been companionless. |
[04:00.25] | When I cried there was someone who cried with me. |
[04:04.35] | When I lost there was someone who lost with me. |
[04:08.36] | We were comrades in misfortune. |
[04:11.97] | Hurt companions for a lifetime. |
[04:16.30] | Late at night we' re driving through this town. |
[04:20.09] | Together ... but both alone. |
[04:24.02] | I looked into her eyes and saw nothing but dying dreams. |
[04:32.32] | Suddenly she grabbed my hand and i could feel her cold fingers around mine. |
[04:40.26] | We drove right through the middle of the storm. |
[04:44.15] | Me and my best friend, named solitude. |
[04:53.45] | The eyes saw an empty street. |
[04:56.72] | Our shivering bodies felt two silent hearts. |
[05:00.53] | The wind sent us some yellow leaves |
[05:03.02] | and what we got was a blue story. |
[05:09.18] | A story about rain. |
[05:11.28] | A story about the whirling sky. |
[05:16.93] | A story about dreams and struggle |
[05:19.78] | and this neverending longing for freedom. |
[01:20.82] | I' m not, what I believed to be. |
[01:24.82] | My face is the grimace of a drowning ghost, |
[01:31.00] | submerged by memories. |
[01:36.70] | My orbits look hollow and blank. |
[01:40.77] | My chest is reigned by autumn' s breath. |
[01:45.36] | Hosting nothing but the shards of barkless ebonies. |
[02:24.79] | All these embodied shapes seem like strangers to me now. |
[02:32.87] | Thieves that stole my youth... won' t hurt me again. |
[02:40.78] | Ranked like mute sentinels, set in naive reveries. |
[02:48.77] | Your chants are the cries of a thousand dying birds. |
[02:56.78] | Your rigid javelins in my side I wear |
[03:02.12] | and on my back a grove of willows appears |
[03:09.05] | withered and parched, each with a hollow trunk. |
[03:14.08] | For as long as I am able to save my transparent heart, |
[03:22.00] | I won' t let you ruin the most precious part of me. |
[03:44.05] | The pattering of the rain is the soundtrack of my life. |
[03:51.78] | I am a lone wolf, survivor or beast? |
[03:55.45] | But I have never been companionless. |
[04:00.25] | When I cried there was someone who cried with me. |
[04:04.35] | When I lost there was someone who lost with me. |
[04:08.36] | We were comrades in misfortune. |
[04:11.97] | Hurt companions for a lifetime. |
[04:16.30] | Late at night we' re driving through this town. |
[04:20.09] | Together ... but both alone. |
[04:24.02] | I looked into her eyes and saw nothing but dying dreams. |
[04:32.32] | Suddenly she grabbed my hand and i could feel her cold fingers around mine. |
[04:40.26] | We drove right through the middle of the storm. |
[04:44.15] | Me and my best friend, named solitude. |
[04:53.45] | The eyes saw an empty street. |
[04:56.72] | Our shivering bodies felt two silent hearts. |
[05:00.53] | The wind sent us some yellow leaves |
[05:03.02] | and what we got was a blue story. |
[05:09.18] | A story about rain. |
[05:11.28] | A story about the whirling sky. |
[05:16.93] | A story about dreams and struggle |
[05:19.78] | and this neverending longing for freedom. |