Unmei no ito wo taguri yoseta wake janakatta yo ne?. fuzoroi na kokoro ga yorisotte unnda kiseki dane. . kimi to deau made wa kuchibeta de sunao ni warau koto mo dekinakattayo.
You're repeating me lines. That you think I want to hear. But I don't want to hear anymore. As if sorry is any consolation. For what it's worth, you're stringing me alone.
Ima demo wasureba shinai osanai goro no ano toki. Mainichi tanoshikute kimi no kotoba kari miteita. Kokoro wa kimi no koto de karada wa yo so bakari miteita.
Your repeating me lines, that you think I want to hear. But I don't want to hear anymore. As if sorry is any consolation for what it's worth your stringing me along..
Shiawase nante tsuzukanai koto Kokoro no dokoka de wakattemashita. Suki na kimochi kawaranai kedo Tanoshii hibi yo Towa ni sayounaraa-aaaaa. . Kyou kara boku wa hitoribouchi de Anata no egao nashi de ikinakya.
Growing tired of bedside resolve. Politics, lay out the pressure. Something's got to give now. Something's going to break down. . I grow tired of writing songs.
I knew somewhere in my heart that something like happiness wouldn't continue. But these feelings of liking you won't change Goodbyeee forever to the fun days-aiaiai.
Nantonaku waratte Nantonaku okotte. Ita hibi ga itoshikute Sugoku setsunakattayo. . Oya ni naishode le o tobide Saisho no. Futarigurashi. Okane mo nakute Futon mo nakute Hada o.
Times of laughter, times of anger. So precious was our time together, my heart. ached. . Ran away from home, not a word to our. parents, first time living together.
Are there no shadows where you are?. I can see everything as day. Problems that you try to hide away. Pushing me aside. (You're pushing me aside). . Could the winter calm come twice?.
Feels like you're miles from here. In other towns with lesser names. Where the unholy ghost doesn't tell. Mary or William exactly what they want to hear.
Bridges tremble behind us they are falling we've been sent home for so far bringing us from them but the road we go won't be far we'll save this day under your name tear out our insides breaking hearts in seas of ink as the cities rise up from the hillsides where the lights had burnt my eyes missing the moment my own won't be found tonight and sail out the first day when these roads turn more underneath the red of streetlights are right (save this for) lights pour down on us embraced in the moment the stars fell.
Walls crash down around us,. standing atop the ocean.. These breaking waves. threaten to drown the world.. And this canvas of sheets. so ethereal.. . Morning comes to breakfast.
Bricks show through white textured walls. Screaming their story with such empty hospital feel. So dull. Unforgiving floor. Back down and face up. Movement across ceilings.
Stop to question satellites. Lost in vast expansions of space. Place it in fists. Finding more than we asked. For 'misconceptions' reflective. Glance into what we should have known "it was right there.".
We flail on to morning stars. We'll offer all of ourselves just not to close our eyes. Seize onto the sun as it rises in the east. Ascend to open doors hanging heavenly.
So this is my last transmission the words that will soon fall to dust no I won't be home on this day and in these fists was held questions unanswered and it's killing me chamber clicks pin breaks the shell kiss of black on our lips lungs breaking so cave in don't forget these words spoken in sequence won't be our last plain wrapped brown package (placed in our arms) tied up with string explodes while scanning horizon feel skin get numb as begins the fall all waking up on the day before we were handed the open book when hands fell from mid face to block our eyes from seeing more fingers make a picket fence holding what we know fading slowly from our eyes to white lights this was all climbing up the misplaced spires in our hopes they would find us wait it out drop the satellites for just tonight give it up.
Rewrite the book. chapter three will be empty. pure white and hidden in the shadows. one voice moving lips are absent whispers. design for the future.
We're surrounded... just drop the gun (the fields have been cut off). The fields have been cut off with stars and black windmills. The ticking clock spins out of control, erosion claims the monuments.
Never found our way out again. Cause to trace this blood trail is more than I can bear. This is my spring I finally fixed the car, floored out of here.