Donnerstag, 28. Februar 2013
Sonntag, 17. Februar 2013
I think I saw you in my sleep, darling, I think I saw you in my dreams you were
stitching up the seams on every broken promise that your body couldn't keep.
I think I saw you in my sleep.
I thought I heard the door open, oh no. I though I heard the door open,
but I only heard it close.
I thought I heard a plane crashing, but now I think it was your passion snapping
I think you saw me confronting my fear,
it went up with the bottle and went down with the beer and
I think you ought to stay away from here. There are ghosts in the walls and they
crawl in your head through your ear.
I think I saw you in my sleep, lover, I think I saw you in my dreams you were
stitching up the seams on every mangled promise that you body couldn't keep.
I think I saw you in my sleep.
stitching up the seams on every broken promise that your body couldn't keep.
I think I saw you in my sleep.
I thought I heard the door open, oh no. I though I heard the door open,
but I only heard it close.
I thought I heard a plane crashing, but now I think it was your passion snapping
I think you saw me confronting my fear,
it went up with the bottle and went down with the beer and
I think you ought to stay away from here. There are ghosts in the walls and they
crawl in your head through your ear.
I think I saw you in my sleep, lover, I think I saw you in my dreams you were
stitching up the seams on every mangled promise that you body couldn't keep.
I think I saw you in my sleep.
I know that someday you'll be sleeping, Darling, likely dreaming off the pain.
I hope you'll hear me in the streetlight's humming, softly breathing out your name.
I know that even with the seams stitched tightly, darling scars will remain.
I say we scrape them from each other, darling, and let them wash off in the rain.
And when they run into the river, oh no, let the water not complain.
I swear that even with the distance, slowly wearing at your name,
Your hands still catch the light the right way and
Our hearts still beat the same.
I hope you'll hear me in the streetlight's humming, softly breathing out your name.
I know that even with the seams stitched tightly, darling scars will remain.
I say we scrape them from each other, darling, and let them wash off in the rain.
And when they run into the river, oh no, let the water not complain.
I swear that even with the distance, slowly wearing at your name,
Your hands still catch the light the right way and
Our hearts still beat the same.
Dienstag, 5. Februar 2013
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