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1. Night As the moon sinks into my veins I will sail across the scorched sky tonight, and Iīll leave all my good friends behind, asking them for their forgiveness for leaving them without much thought on this beautiful flareing day. But Iīll tell them not to worry, Iīll be just fine forgetting about you, I wonīt need anything but this moon spotlighting my way across this summer sky, my heart as my compass leading me towards happyness. And perhaps Iīll be cought in a lighting storm that will wreck my vessel. Iīll free-fall down to your house, and land right in front of you, so you see the mess youīve caused, so you see that Iīll be just fine forgetting about you, I wonīt need anything but this moon spotlighting my way across this southern sky, my heart as my compass leading me towards happyness. And if you donīt mind weīll say goodbye forever, and never hold on to every chance we had. It sounds like Iīm happy now, it sounds like Iīm happy . I think Iīm seeing ten thousand seagulls flying towards my arms. I think Iīm seeing ten thousand flames scorching my face beyond recognition. And as the moon sinks into my veins I will sail across the scorched skies tonight, and Iīll leave all my best friends behind on this beautiful flareing day. 2. Down to earth Never too much, never too serious. Quit wasting time, tell me straight to my face, look me in the eye set me straight to my face. Donīt even try to lie, I saw you there, I saw you there. Is this a happy enough face to con you into believing that everything's forgiven? Don't ever forget that I saw you there. Don't lie. Don't lie. Never a wrinkle, never a minute late, well I shouldnīt have any proof, except for your lips, I donīt feel them mine anymore. Donīt lie, they were never mine to begin with. But itīs this burning scent thatīs keeping me awake tonight, like incense was sawn on my stupid grin, and itīs burning me alive. And I wish I could get a nightīs worth sleep, but I canīt, itīs just too hard. 3. Yours to play with Can´t you see I´m bleeding here? And all of the sudden I´m self contious of my bruises. What would it take for your to notice that I´m breaking in two? There´s nothing to do, I´ve been shattered before; I´ve been broken before. But your silence makes it awkward, like a misplaced comma. The places that you go to, I can´t picture them at all. I am just your toy. I am yours to play with. But your silence grinds me, like a chainsaw grinding my teeth. But your silence makes me awkward, like a blow torch scorching my face. And your silence breaks me, like scissors through my eyes. But your silence makes it awkward like a fishing hook in the roof of my mouth.
1. Go! Leave. Go. Donīt tell me what you think I should have done. Itīs not fun to wait around for you to tell me (Go). Is this what you wanted from me? Sometimes I just canīt see cause when you treat me like you do it seems Iīm still in love with you. What makes you be the way you are? Sometimes you seem so beautiful but at the time you should just go. Leave. Donīt tell me what you think I should have done. Itīs not much fun anymore. Say what? Are you talking to me? Your words i just wonīt hear. Donīt act so sad, donīt act confused cause you know what I donīt like you. What makes you be the way you are? Once you seemed so beautiful but at the time you seem so... I used to think youīd be the one whoīd give me all the answers to all my stupid questions. And now I think you should just leave. Go. Donīt tell me what you think I should have done. Itīs not much fun anymore. Leave. Go. Donīt tell me what you think. So please donīt get down on your knees. Donīt pull your stupid tricks. Donīt try to touch me like you do cause Iīm just not in the mood. What makes you be the way you are? Once you seemed so beautiful but at the time you seem so... I used to think youīd be the one whoīd give me all the answers to all my stupid questions. And now I think you should just leave. Go. Donīt tell me what you think I should have done. (You fuckinī whore). 2. Laughing at the stars Well, I donīt know what else to do on this mildly enjoyable night, but maybe staring at the moon for 2 hours will bring back the taste of your mouth pressed against my fore arm, sharing the most beautiful silence. And Iīll be laughing at the stars ītil morning, mocking them for having to deal with you every 12 hours, when I only have to see you twice every 8 months. I hope they fall appart, īcause right now Iīm hating nights all together. Nothing matters to me anymore, I just want to hear you say that youīll miss me. And Iīll be laughing at the stars ītil morning, mocking them for having to deal with you every 12 hours, when I only have to see you twice every 8 months. īCause thereīs nothing we can do to build a friendship from the ground up, all we can do is sit here, cussing the night, and hoping itīll all fall appart soon, when I hear you say that the twilightīs burning you. (Is it something that Iīm missing? Like Iīm lacking some green eyes. Forget these past 10 years, īcause Iīm moving on) 3. Turn on me Hello, I donīt know why Iīm calling you tonight. I thought things could be different somehow, now I know why you left me. A hole in the left side of my chest, where my heart used to be. Was it you who took my heart away?, but you see thatīs ok, itīs just not working properly anymore. You never said life could turn on me, it turned around and beat the living crap out of me. You always told me "time will heal all those open wounds in your heart". I must confess I miss you so, Iīm dying in this bed, and everyday I call out your name hoping my heart will fall right into its place. Why wonīt you come? Iīm dying. Have you heard by now? Iīm not quite working out this far away from you. Is it time yet for me to hang up? Iīm not done complaining. You never said life could turn on me, it turned around and beat the living crap out of me. You always told me "time will heal all those open wounds in your heart". Your heart doesnīt always work the way I want it to, so fuck your heart... so fuck your heart. 4. Beneath I canīt forget to look at myself in the mirror and laugh at my face. Itīs so appealing, so complete with nose and lips and eyes and wrinkles. Under my skin, beneath my eyes, somethingīs trembling. Somethingīs shaking. I seem to keep going into hell and back again. It seems I lost my chance. The cold, bittersweet taste. The moist palms of my hands. It all could just fade away if she called out my name. All of my plans, all of my senses, all of my friends. Theyīd just fall off my hands, if she needs me again. They should just fall off my hands. Sheīs beneath everything. The smell in my room. The books Iīm reading. The pictures I keep. The films Iīm seeing. The songs Iīve written. The words Iīm singing. The faces I see. The places Iīve been. I seem to keep tasting her skin every time I cry. Every time I pray. The cold, bittersweet taste. The moist palms of my hands. It all could just fade away if she called out my name. All of my plans, all of my senses, all of my friends. Theyīd just fall off my hands, if she needs me again. They should just fall off my hands. Sheīs beneath everything. 5. Where have all your friends gone? Just look at this fucking ugly sky, not a star is burning tonight. This must be how youīre feeling, but now that youīre here with me, tell me, where have all your friends gone? No oneīs showing up, youīve been ripped appart, died the floor red. I know just how you´re feeling, no matter how cool it may seem, you can´t keep on bleeding. And I know how you feel, how you cry, how you change your mind and think itīs over, and you feel like youīre dying, man donīt waste your life īcause itīs not over. And I know how you feel, how you cry, how you hit rock bottom and pretend itīs over, and you feel like youīre dying, man donīt waste your life īcause itīs not over. I know it´s hard but you need some time, you just need some peace of mind. Man life sometimes can kick you in the balls and in the ass. 6. Die... Now that youīre not here, I canīt see straight anymore, so tell me, do you want to give us another chance? īCause I donīt. Nothingīs worth this hell youīve put me through, so fuck you and all those games you play, īcause I wonīt play them anymore. Iīm sick of trying, Iīm growing tired of you, so please just die, youīll make my day. And time is taking you anywhere but here, I guess I should be thankful, wanted you a world away, but Iīm not. Painīs not something I should give thanks for, īcause it seems I just canīt win with you, so just slam the door on me, and donīt look back, īcause Iīm not even worth turning around. Iīm jackshit, thatīs all Iīll ever be. īCause now that youīre not here, I hope your lungs collapse, it might sound inmature, but I hope you can hardly breathe, īcause I sure canīt. Iīm tired of you having this power over me. Your lack of feelings comes naturally. Iīm trying to find the best way to express your bullshit through this song... shouldīve written it in a fucking "T - scale". 7. Anonymous Oh my God, you have the best phone-skills ever, no one ever told me they wanted to be just friends without shedding a tear. I guess you tried to avoid those words girls say, but I overheard you whispering to yourself: "Fuck off Rafael". You know what? I have my friends, they told me Iīd feel this way, that I should just let you go, but I really like you, I just fucking like you, I canīt help it but I do, I just fucking like you. You can keep up pronouncing your friend speech on the phone, Iīm gone, talk to the dial tone. Iīm off by myself tonight, Iīm sorry if I hurt you, just know that I tried. And you know what? Iīm gonna keep on trying, you know that I love this feeling, the cold iron through my heart, but it just keeps beating. This is the way you chose to tell me your plans, donīt complain if I try to force things, I guess itīs fine if youīre the one forcing your friendship on me. You know what? I have my friends, they told me Iīd feel this way, that I should just let you go, but I really like you, I just fucking like you, I canīt help it but I do, I just fucking like you. You can keep up pronouncing your friend speech on the phone, Iīm gone, talk to the dial tone. Iīm off by myself tonight, I hope you find all that you wanted and needed, īcause youīre sure that Iīm not it. Iīm sorry if I hurt you, I loved you. Goodbye. 8. Bitter Where do you get off? Asking me to think of you as someone I never had feelings for, and now I feel like I should gut myself from inside out so I never fall for you again. I feel I had enough, enough of your pitty, I think itīs time for me to make ammends. Iīm sure I canīt take anymore, hold my hands, Iīm about to explode on you, Iīll stain your pretty face, Iīll wreck your hair-do. In about two seconds, youīll lay in a pool of cigarrette smoke, holding my pierced lung in your hands youīll just say: "Fuck it all". Iīm just here to taste the better bitterness of you. Now you tell me how this feels. Now you tell me how this feels. |