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the minds divide, the past repeats.
 
lyrical goodness by Alex

 

I can see a rose garden on the hill

under the trees, behind the leaves

you and I are standing still

hand in hand, watching the sunset

we both know this isn't real

a beautiful daydream, a fabulous end to a perfect day

and here we are, crying for an angel

illuminate our perfect paradise

and here we are, crying for an angel

it's wonderful, it all seems so unreal

we're running through a sunlit summer field

passing the time rolling on top of the grass

killing faces of all those we've loved in the past

passing the time alone, feeling forgotten

we both know this isn't real

a fabulous daydream, a beautiful night to die

and here we are, crying for an angel

it's wonderful, it all seems so unreal

it's amazing, you're amazing

and here we are, crying for an angel

illuminate our perfect paradise

it seems you're fading out

away into the moonlit cavern

the sunlight lies and every time both parties suffer

it's a beautiful life

a beautiful night to die

and here we are, crying for an angel

a wilting rose, a faded photograph

and here we are, crying for an angel

you're gone away, you left me here

thanks for the memories.

-Radiance

 

I need the blend so that the lines will blur with color

you build a fence and tell me that I can get out alive

you give me paint and I have to make my canvas

"paint me a masterpiece and you can get out alive", you say

oh, world, you say all different things

you tell us how we must try

the whole world, tells us that it needs us

and it seems, it seems we're gone

I've disappeared and my body's fading inward

we walk a line between life and oblivion

throw me a gun and tell me how to shoot it backwards

straight through the heart so they can never steal our dreams again

oh, world, you say all different things

you tell us how we must try

the whole world, doesn't mean a thing

next to this, this one's for you

oh, world, you say all different things

you tell us how we must try

the whole world, tells us that it needs us

and it seems, it seems we're gone.

-4:44

 

 

 
The open water's my only fear but I'll sail as long as I still have breath in me

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