Find Yourself
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Home (The Dead) (Live @ Sampcustomchannel)
- Продолжительность:
- 03:57
- Формат:
- mp3
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Текст песни "Find Yourself — Home (The Dead) (Live @ Sampcustomchannel)"
So… Where to go? I want to do it slowly ‘cause our secret is kept and I can’t hear myself anymore. The only way I know is to the back of beyond, where lack of balance can’t influence our hope.
We rise and fall. Oh, suffocation hasn’t gone. I’m counting days again imagining your coming home. You know, your speech is so dope – I sink in this flow. And you are my home, aren’t you?
Oh, have you ever thought of our children to be born? How many teachers will they have until we buy new home? And will the scissors cut a wrist or will we fight till the end? I’m counting wrinkles on my face, I am not O.K.
So, we drown. I feel the taste of grief. I wanted to be brave, but I don’t even want to breathe until you’re back. We’re falling into deception.
Take me home. To the Shore, where we’ve been hiding for years, where I could even touch your bones. We’re falling into deception.
And pride. They say it comes. But I grow up, I know it never does.
An ocean flows – I hear the crowds sing outside.
This garden grows – I hear the crowds sing outside. Too loud.
Oh, have you ever thought of our children to be born? How many teachers will they have until we buy new home? And will the scissors cut a wrist or will we fight till the end? How many secrets did I keep? I am Hades. Or I am James – sleeping on the floor and talking to the birds. Or I am fifteen year old Mary – choosing abortion.
«Please, don’t seek for another boat».
We grow up eating the time. We sleep healing the past.
And pride. They say it comes. I know it never does. And it brings so much sorrow.
And when you’re «gone» I’m leaving the Shore. Watching this tape I can not hear myself anymore. The only way I know is to the back of beyond, where lack of balance can’t influence our hope.
We rise and fall. Oh, suffocation hasn’t gone. I’m counting days again imagining your coming home. You know, your speech is so dope – I sink in this flow. And you are my home, aren’t you?
