the swollen dreams of each shape and size i pictured them adorned in black and white but they bend themselves now instead of bloom and spend each night howling at the moon it was a mess but it was ours, it wasn't emptiness it was a mess but it was ours, it was ours to fix (patterns don't predict)
four hands and feet were tethered in their sleep untied apart so that our eyes won't meet i don't raise my voice, i don't stand too proud i don't own a shovel, i don't stir the ground it was a mess but it was ours, it wasn't emptiness it was a mess but it was ours, it was ours to fix (patterns don't predict)
i was fixed, i was stuck in place (you don't speak too loud) deaf to all, no time of day i was fixed, i was stuck in place (or i don't hear too well) deaf to all, no time of day
we're ten people at once with ten places to be just a crisis of youth just a crisis of youth
four hands and feet were tethered in their sleep untied apart so that our eyes won't meet i don't raise my voice, i don't stand too proud i don't own a shovel, i don't stir the ground it was a mess but it was ours, it wasn't emptiness it was a mess but it was ours, it was ours to fix
i inflate your lungs, i remove the doubt i move the air in and out, in and out i inflate your lungs, i remove the doubt i move the air in and out, in and out
but this sadness will not consume me i won't let it, i won't let it
these are all the nights i will not forget, i will not forget i'm old but now we're young make the best of it, make the best of it suspended like a moon above, hanging there that takes it's time coming down these are all the nights i will not forget, i will not forgetTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
