Lyrics

Citylife

Now she knows that the tears she cried were right due to the citylife at night.

She lost her way, full off track.
Nowhere to go, no turning back.
She hits the street, it starts to rain.
All hopes and wishes, go down the drain.

It is a dark place, no love in here.
She opens her eyes, gets grabbed by fear.

Lightened windows are now her sun.
Take away this gloom nightmare has won.

She prays for that night get killed by day.
And hopes that his light will chase darkness away.
Flashlights of thousand cars driving by.
Razorsharp sabers cut through the night.

Screaming angel-voices telling what to do, leaving no choices.

She fights back so brave against this overwelming waves of lifeless staring eyes.
She sends ’em back to grave no matter what it takes.
And so she paid her price.


Move

(or why was the house on the indian graveyard that cheap)

If I see you through the hole in my door,
I’ll beat you in the punch.
And as your blood floods my hallway,
I’ll be throwing you the sponge.

To clean it all up.

I’m still wondering why you came to watch yourself die.
I think it’s funny you should have me understand your lies.

I see you walk alone in the park and I want to step your back.
If ever evolution stops girl, there’d still be many things you lack.
Ignorant explanations will never see the day,
an it’s those explanations you should’ve figured out wrong in whatever way.

I’m still wondering why you came to watch yourself die.
I think it’s funny you should have me understand your lies.


Project catching-keeping

I’d stop chasing waves if they crashed right into you,
and I’d swim out ’till I drowned ’till all I saw was blue.
And I hope my dear that you will follow soon,
because I will be waiting there with matching anchorshoes.

I’m just too afraid to lose myself somewhere between the lines,
That I have chosen to decorate my thoughts.
All this hope’s killed in the end,
I can say that I lost completeness.

Project catching-keeping failed.

I’d stop chasing waves if they crashed right into you,
and I’d swim out till I drowned till all I saw was blue.

I’d stop holding on to this very moments in my life.

All I ever had will be sold on a million ships,
while my feet stuck to the bottom of the ocean.

What’s the point in catching the most beautiful butterfly,
if the slightest touch could kill.