1. |
Light Weight
03:07
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Laying in the dark
as my legs can't hold my weight anymore.
A fly lies on my dirty skin,
buzzing down where my knees sink
and shedding dust on it's way back.
Sore eyes where joy used to reign
but sleep keeps me unchained.
I close my eyes and the stars appear,
truth unveils and I burn my fears away.
And it's all these memories for which I lay, until today.
Waiting for something that may light the way.
In the middle of the dark
a fly lies on my dirty skin,
buzzing down where my knees sink,
if only I could see a thing.
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2. |
Blurred
04:17
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I see your blank face
and I want it off my mind.
It haunts me as a sign
that I'm always left behind.
I see blurred up faces passing by.
I sink fear and sorrow in the glass.
Running, hiding, never trying.
Lone, here I am curled up in the corner,
writing love songs in dark tongues.
This cold hands have surely seen better days
but words still thrive because I'm not right.
I am spoiled and weary,
I'm an ocean drained until gone dry.
I see blurred up faces passing by.
I sink fear and sorrow in the glass.
Running, hiding, never trying.
I see your blank face
and I want it off my mind.
It haunts me as a sign
that I'm always left behind.
I am spoiled and weary,
forever adrift with you.
I see blurred up faces passing by.
I sink fear and sorrow in the glass.
Running, hiding, never trying.
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3. |
Nosedive
04:16
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It feels like just one more night,
just one more mess.
It seems like the night I spend with you
hails the morning that I feel depressed.
Baby, don't you stop
playing this game of yours.
Enslaving me in my dreams,
bewitching me to shame.
Baby, won't you stop
playing this game of yours?
Turning lust to loss,
bringing me to shame.
It seems like the night I spend with you
hails the morning that I feel depressed.
Laying down, way down,
lies the very devil's hound.
Keeping watch of the dark within,
feeding off all my defeats.
Give way to the inner deep blue rain.
It feels like these nights I spend with you
will hail the morning when all hell breaks loose.
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4. |
What It Is To Burn
04:01
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One more long night to be spent
holding hands through the descent.
A lifetime to make amends
for you were heaven sent.
These words I wrote down
they sway around
the nights of angst they crown
and in the flames they'll drown
to never resound or ever be found.
Burning letters with your name,
bound to be one with the flame.
We'll build better bridges
from all the puzzle pieces
carved out of open stitches
so we can let go off our leashes.
Even if the words are frayed,
the smiles decayed, the eyes afraid,
a broken heart cannot be swayed.
Your memory won't be betrayed.
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5. |
Chronic Fears
03:56
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Once again, running from this awful dream
though I don't know what it was about.
Once again, running from this awful dream
and I know for sure that you were there
'cause I woke soaked in my despair.
There is a gun,
there is a hopeless man,
frail and undone
denied from the touch of your hands.
And I think I'm gonna shoot myself.
May it be if it sets me free,
for you're a prison that suffering brings.
But hear me, dear.
All these chronic fears
I know they can be healed.
If only you were here
to subdue all the bleeding.
Through your voice
I'd find my poise,
if only I could shut down the noise.
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6. |
Troubled Waters
04:04
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One more night setting sail
in troubled waters torn and frail.
Bound to wander and sway
worn out wood for the rocks to claim.
Wrecked anew in same old shores
left to gather the pieces and restore.
Wrecked anew in same old shores
put together what these seas have torn.
When the logs collide
will I sink or will I thrive?
At the turn of the tide
with an ocean to defy.
Swept away,
all my demons kept at bay.
At the turn of the tide
set to face the great divide.
Troubled waters.
When the logs collide
I will paddle with vigorous strides
and at the turn of the tide
we'll be rowing side by side.
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7. |
R.I.P.
03:15
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I gathered up all the roses just for you.
Now I rest in peace within the walls of this empty room,
waiting for you.
I'd cut if off, all the flowers in the garden, just for you.
Every day, thinking about me and you and all the things we used to do
when we were young and free.
What a shame.
I'd cut it off, all the roses, just for you.
Now I rest in peace in a room safe from this empty world.
Waiting for you.
What a shame.
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