Song | Of These Reminders |
Artist | Black Tape for a Blue Girl |
Album | A Chaos of Desire |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Rosenthal | |
now i only see our intimacy lost- | |
these thoughts repeatedly creep back to mind. | |
trivial details. | |
reminders that certain objects and actions | |
can never again possess their simple meaninglessness. | |
that they will always linger in an over-defined state. | |
that they now possess and hide our intimacy- | |
that they eternally capture and freeze us. | |
and dance back as secrets, as memories... | |
my tormentor. | |
rooms that slowly overtake me: | |
when i think that i can return to some form of peaceful existence. | |
rooms and toys and thoughts and laughter | |
that seems forever intertwined with my thoughts for you. | |
fleeting moments of who we were, that keep my life from moving on. | |
i feel rocked into a comfortable way of life, | |
in which i prefer to live with these reminders... | |
rather than make my new beginnings. |
zuo ci : Rosenthal | |
now i only see our intimacy lost | |
these thoughts repeatedly creep back to mind. | |
trivial details. | |
reminders that certain objects and actions | |
can never again possess their simple meaninglessness. | |
that they will always linger in an overdefined state. | |
that they now possess and hide our intimacy | |
that they eternally capture and freeze us. | |
and dance back as secrets, as memories... | |
my tormentor. | |
rooms that slowly overtake me: | |
when i think that i can return to some form of peaceful existence. | |
rooms and toys and thoughts and laughter | |
that seems forever intertwined with my thoughts for you. | |
fleeting moments of who we were, that keep my life from moving on. | |
i feel rocked into a comfortable way of life, | |
in which i prefer to live with these reminders... | |
rather than make my new beginnings. |
zuò cí : Rosenthal | |
now i only see our intimacy lost | |
these thoughts repeatedly creep back to mind. | |
trivial details. | |
reminders that certain objects and actions | |
can never again possess their simple meaninglessness. | |
that they will always linger in an overdefined state. | |
that they now possess and hide our intimacy | |
that they eternally capture and freeze us. | |
and dance back as secrets, as memories... | |
my tormentor. | |
rooms that slowly overtake me: | |
when i think that i can return to some form of peaceful existence. | |
rooms and toys and thoughts and laughter | |
that seems forever intertwined with my thoughts for you. | |
fleeting moments of who we were, that keep my life from moving on. | |
i feel rocked into a comfortable way of life, | |
in which i prefer to live with these reminders... | |
rather than make my new beginnings. |