There are warning signs of the strength you can hide.
Amongst the cloudy grey.
And you see to it that the world will fit
Into your dark, comical display.
And I won’t mind if you go about spouting
Shakespeare to me.
But in the end, the biggest fault
Will be to terrorize me.
Here comes trouble in shapes and forms of shadows on walls and ceilings.
The inhale and exhale of creatures during the night.
What makes the heart irreparable?
What makes the night unforgettable?
We lie against the moonlight to fill the empty spaces on the walls.
We wriggle and jest and pretend it’s all just a mystery of life,
Solved and written and cast into stone.
We won’t ever get it right
We won’t ever get it right
We won’t ever get it right
Here comes the morning like a tiger towards its kill.
Creep up on the sun and pounce on the early bird.
What makes the heart irreparable?
What makes the night unforgettable?
We wait for something, anything to make us bleed.
We lie awake and wonder what will make us believe,
In something, anything. Something, anything.
We won’t ever get it right
We won’t ever get it right
We won’t ever get it right
Get it, right?
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