What a beautiful world, so fragile and fertile Pain filled the void, when boy met girl He's a puppet to nature, one year later now So deeply and sickly in love, it makes him hate her The average romanticized american relationship sinks Capsized when either side becomes a slave to it Conditioned, dependent, afraid to be alone He needs that feeling that he can't create all on his own He despises the fact she has a life outside of them It drives him crazy to think she's not insanely consumed with him Give her the guilt trip And maybe she'll quit living to stay behind his prison walls And lose all individualism Well this is happiness, masochistic torture, plagued by the decadent, craved for affection The needle digs deep to push contentment through his bloodstream It drowned out -- hollow The pothole of a junkie If he could only hear her sing he wouldn't wanna break her wings But emptiness has such a warm subtle sting She makes up for what he lacks - trapped He can't imagine life without someone like that
[Hook] We’ve rediscovered the long, lost art of dying Only the lonely resent angels for flying Twisted, living off eachother's sickness, like parasites This is paradise We’ve rediscovered the long, lost art of dying Only the lonely resent angels for flying Addicted, afraid to take control of my own life This is paradise
What a beautiful world, emotionally destroyed Her became plural when girl met boy Between several breakups and plenty relapses Routine read comfort led to serious attachment Now every once in a while she forgets to breathe Terrified of losing'em, paradise is misery Too much faith in the lifesaving knight in shining armour Now what knight's noticing - the scar she can't hide any longer But they were her story way before he was It's gross hope to think that he would heal such deep cuts At first it felt so right but after one too many fights He turned out that hallway light and all the wonder turned to spite So they sleep in the same bed with guns to eachother's heads Dead the romance, boiling the blood that painted roses red Suffering from post-honeymoon's disease, leeched to his whole existence She'll die if he decides to leave Addicted to the way she feels when they spend time together Detouring the now in a childish attempt to find forever Despite the fact they hold eachother heart-to-heart You can't be that close to somebody without being so far apart
[Hook]
Silence is is the most obscure sound I've ever heard Those lonely giant spaces in between your every word And maybe I'm totally crazy for holdin on But just cause I'm insane don't mean that I'm wrong Now that she's gone I can't sleep at night, I barely even function right My memory's on overdrive, too hungry and too cold to cry Miss the companionship I once took for granted The way you helped me manage, the partnership that vanished But I don't expect you to stay chained by the ankle There's so much world to see, so, fly free my angel I'm dying without you but it's teaching me to live Heaven ain't something someone else can give - it's all inside of me
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*There's so much world to see, what's stopping me from flying free? *There's so much world to see, that's stopping you from flying free?
*repeat until end
[Sampled dialogue] Just be quiet and go to sleep I can’t sleep Why not? I’m in pain What? I got a broken heart, man Bullshit I do What happened? I was set up Double-crossed Betrayed by the woman I love Who, mom? No! Vera Who’s Vera? I don’t want to talk about it Suit yourself You wanna see a picture of her? Wow, she’s pretty I would’ve done anything for her Sorry I just can’t understand it You’ll get over it No, Dennis, I will not get over it Yes, you will Dennis, I love this woman You’ve loved other women Not like Vera Vera was special Believe me, you’ll get over it Yeah, you’re right Tomorrow… I’ll get over it tomorrow Now go to sleep But I’m not gonna fall in love anymore Fine Women don’t want you to love them Tomorrow… I’m not gonna fall in love with her That will show herTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
