Salı 22 Şub 2011, 20:23
okay so the first twenty weren't enough. fucking hell i love this band like no other, incredible.
Now I do as I please, I lie through my teeth, someone might get hurt but it won't be me, she'll probably feel cheap but i'll just feel free and a little bit empty
It was grass-stained jeans and incompletes and a girl from class to touch, but you think about yourself too much and you ruin who you love
From the sidelines, I see you run until you're out of breath… And all those white lines that sped us up, we hurry to our death… well I lagged behind, and you got ahead
And I know, and I'll try, and I'll love you more than those other guys because you mean the whole world to me… You're exactly what I need, baby I'm waiting for you to stop shaking and come closer to me, my love and affection, my love and devo-o-o-otion!
And I sat watching a flower as it was withering, I was embarrassed by its honesty, so I'd prefer to be remembered as a smiling face, not this fucking wreck that's taken its place
But spring came bearing sunlight, those persuasive rays, so I gave myself a few more days
So I'd like to make some changes before you arrive, so when your eyes meet mine, they won't see no lies, just love… And I will be pure, like snow, like gold
There's a dream in my brain that just won't go away, it's been stuck here since it came a few nights ago… I'm standing on a bridge in the town where I lived as a kid with my mom and my brothers, and then the bridge disappears and I'm standing on air, nothing holding me… And I hang like a star, fucking glow in the dark for all those starving eyes to see… Like the ones we wished on…
You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for
Fuck my face, fuck my name, they are brief and false advertisements for a soul I don't have, something true I have lacked and spent my whole life trying to make up for
Our love is dead but without limit, like the surface of the moon
So hurry up and run to the one that you love and blind him with your kindness, and he'll make war, oh, war, on who you were before and claim all that has spoiled in your heart
I wish I saved up for rainy days, 'cause they're the hardest to be dry
I know I'm lazy with the little things, I mean I never held a door, but I still loved you more than anyone since or before
I'll be anything, the cord of a parachute, the blanket on top of you, the window you're looking through, the cord of a parachute
Any expression of love is the way to return to the place that I think of so often but I never mention, the one the voice in the back of my head says that I don't deserve
Sure I had my doubts, but I know it now, we are Jejune Stars
Exaltation On A Cool, Kitchen Floor
I can't help noticing that she is sitting closer to me than she ever has before
Step out on a moonlit roof, the radio leads a feel good revolution. Cigarettes and my closest friends, tell myself that I have to remember this
Let's sail away, disappearing in a mist. Let's sail away with a whisper and a kiss, or vanish from a road somewhere, like Tereza and Tomas, suspended in this bliss.
So I start attacking my vodka, stab the ice with a straw. My eyes have turned red as stoplights, you seem ready to walk, you know I'll call you eventually when I want to talk, until then you're invisible
You should never be embarrassed by your trouble with living, 'cause it's the ones with the sorest throats, Laura, who've done the most singing
Well I left my baby for a dream as lovely, for a love that's only in books I've read
Because it's just a memory I can love completely- when you're really with me, I'm indifferent
But a kid carries his Walkman on that long bus ride to Omaha; I know a girl who cries when she practices violin, because each note sounds so pure it just cuts into her, and then the melody comes pouring out her eyes… Now to me, everything else, it just sounds like a lie
Emily, sing something sweet please, I want to taste the life behind your eyes
You have beautiful, beautiful eyes, so bright and alive and enchanting, I want to be with you all of the time, it's hopeless but I have to try anyway
I guess time has a way of making everything alright, it's just there's not enough of it… So we drink and we sing and we celebrate this lie and hope that it will last… Morning is here and night has passed
But we cry and we dance and we stumble into love in awkward, perfect grace… The moon is gone and the sun has took its place
what pretty words.