Текст песни park - Pomona for Empuse
park - Pomona for Empuse слова песни
Are we still connected or was it just a plot, to get yourself off, and hope that I`m not listening when it happens.(she said)I can`t begin to say how sorry I am, I never ment for this to happen.Sun goes down, the knife come out..I`m on the island you left me on,such a sickend strip of sand;no lifeboats, no getting off.We give up, we give in, we take what we can;we`re trapped deep without a second chance.we give up, we give in, withought blinking;Jesus Christ, what was I thinking?Are these lungs desperatley filled by someonecharming and sad, because you know your lover,won`t be back?Are these words useless and absurd?Such a sight of this, makes the harbor and the water sick.Shall I stay rejected or in a drunken song?Like a bitter old man sunk in his fangs.Try not to get caught.(he said)I know you didn`t miss the sound that I made;it`s simple, it`s sad, and easy to fake.Live wits down, the knife come out.I`m on the island you left me on,such a sickend strip of sand;no lifeboats, no getting off.We give up, we give in, we take what we can;we`re trapped deep without a second chance.We give up, we give in, withought thinking;I`ll be there the night you go down.Are these lungs desperatley filled by someonestarving and sad, because you know your lover, won`t be back?Are these words useless and absurd?Such a sight of this, makes the harbor and the water sick.I understand your reasons,for this awkward dance.I`d leave me, too,if I thought I had the slightest chance.I cry loud to these sheets they grip back tight.Fall asleep to the sound of my own life.If I drink this bottle fast enough, I might get lucky and won`t wake up. [x2]