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| i spoke to you and you said enough i swallowed logic and lack of you the 11000 miles seem like too much but i don't want them to my voice won't calm itself but i hope it does you my voice won't calm itself but i hope it's truth songs of solace songs of pain will i make it this time, this time to the refrain i want to express what i haven't felt i want to touch, to touch myself the lingered sting, the waddling march corn flour heart with a mouth of starch come to me in dreams in thought come to me in this space so taught i tried to to touch the strings but they sang they sang and i screamed i went to a dark corner and looked beneath i saw a city, i saw the trees, i breathed a flame that burned another that took this torch and passed it to my soul passed it to another who spoke in snow of ice and ages so very cold and i said goodbye to the words i know can i talk to you, your smile again? | |
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| lo que vi esa noche: el amor entre dos cierto y infalible, qué vistos normalmente sí, entonces no desde saliste, no me alegro de que tengas fe en otro hombre quien yo no será, y tu sonrisa no me lleva lo que me llevaba cómo tu voz canta ahora es basta para llevar lagrimas y regreso a la caricia de otra mujer encontrar que no puedo sentir nunca más camino para los muelles para ser solo con las ondas y como rompen y para mirarlas chocar como mi vida quiero que los mares me ven también y cuando me ahogo, ella desaparecerá. | |
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| antes de que caiga en el olvido (antes de que se me olvide) lo que se ve desde el balcón desde el sol hasta los pies la vi tu silueta en una constelación te miré nadando a través del cielo evaporaste con el amanecer y las ondas que te llevaron nunca te vi otra vez
se bailan; se cambian; paso a paso, se van lejos y tan lejos, las estrellas
y así, busque a ti en la Vía Láctea con bote y sextante navegué hacia ella naufragué en el agujero negro ya había terminado, había intentado si sólo lo hubiera sabido que así fue que estabas nadando para ser libre
se bailan; se cambian; paso a paso, se van lejos y tan lejos, las estrellas | |
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| the year repeats dates feel like beats that kick snare tuesday i wished that you'd stay
life at arms length it had an appeal the power to touch never to feel a shield for a heart knife for a tongue | |
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| at a loss for words in the age of information i'm smithing my blade to fight with weapons but there you've got your smith & wesson yet your tongue stabbed like a knife but the pain is gone now, numb the drinks are gone but the toll is left second thought and remorse regret what's happened now i was dreaming no a nightmare surely not real is that i who turned off the light who walked away dry eyed as if i'd known better, something more that long crawl back to my empty bed the icicles choked my throat and i am the shell of a once or never being a selfish soul hollowed out by choice that of my own, some further purpose believing what was right existed to learn that i know only hurt | |
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| the walk has wore my legs street and peace signs fly what was it i said when the tears started to fall i'll say it again
the bottle tips kiss my lips glass the only skin they've touched liquors caress my tongue but leave the same sting as when she left
so my whiskey piss spits on my white flag fallen the wooden pole sits splintered and chipped from standing too long. | |
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| as i wiped the steam from the mirror i saw a new face one i had not realised i had always been
scissors and razors struck my face attempts to see a new fate only to etch my own in stone
in the forest i watch the fauna reach and hope to mimic; to grow but my acts and i remain alongside the petrified wood. | |
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| worlds apart we drift farther
mistakes are made i am sorry
in the dark i cry inside
i thought i could stay
i thought i would stay
but i have been gone for too long. | |
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| yes and no there's a question remaining the answer awaits a watched pot i try to heat the boiling contents which burnburnburn me deeply
and so i can't know what to do the lover's limbo an eternal hell for me
the wrong choice once and now there's nothing left to choose
i think that i'm going to lose | |
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| a drunk night of forgetful thouhts a turn down the wrong lame the touch of another the break of a heart lust misplaced a world forgot
and now i collapse and now i crumble and now i need her
and now she hardens and now she is better and now she needs no one | |
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