|
Ah, moonlight |
|
It's hard to believe it |
|
And it's harder to need it |
|
But so easily wanted |
|
Pretty machines |
|
Expensive magazines |
|
I've been tricked into buying quite a number of things |
|
Yeah, bullshit and dreams |
|
Urban ease, it means I was leaved taunted |
|
And you think you're a modern person |
|
You think that you can ignore |
|
Silent isolation, my emancipations |
|
In the same place you get yours |
|
Oh, whiskey sips are piling while my secrets escaped |
|
In the skyline of hell there are no fire escapes |
|
Punk songs, I thought that they were different |
|
And I thought that they could end it |
|
No, no it was a deception |
|
Well, the number of tears |
|
And the number of beers were dried out and accounted |
|
For a number of years |
|
But these days I fear that my window was just a reflection |
|
Still, you think that you're not a servant |
|
You think that you can avoid |
|
The stylish institution, worshiping illusions |
|
Things you thought you could destroy |
|
Oh, crowded loud and crimson was my view from the pit |
|
I was wild, I was weird, I was shackled to it |
|
One time, it's so easy the fourth time |
|
But this side of the shoreline, we've already recovered |
|
Pretty machines |
|
Expensive routines |
|
Butted and obstructed quite a number of things |
|
Believe me, it's harder to feel |
|
These days it's harder to suffer |
|
And you think you're a modern person |
|
Think you can watch something change |
|
And move on without you |
|
Side by side with doubt you |
|
Listen to the world exchange |
|
Oh, conversation starters over various meets |
|
In the skyline of hell where the tired retreat |
