So this is the end of the story
Everything we had, everything we did
Is buried in dust
And this dust is all that's left of us
And only a few ever worried
While the signs will clear
They have no idea
You just get used to living in fear
Or give up
When you can't even picture your future
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
The Naked and Famous - Punching in a Dream
All the lights go down as I crawl into the spaces
Fight tight all the screens, life tearing at the seams
Wait, I don’t ever want to be here
Like punching in a dream breathing life into the nightmare
If it falls apart I will surely wake it
Bright lights turning green
This is worse than it seems
Wait, I don’t ever want to be here
Like punching in a dream breathing life into the nightmare
Fight tight all the screens, life tearing at the seams
Wait, I don’t ever want to be here
Like punching in a dream breathing life into the nightmare
If it falls apart I will surely wake it
Bright lights turning green
This is worse than it seems
Wait, I don’t ever want to be here
Like punching in a dream breathing life into the nightmare
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