Dashboard Confessional - Brilliant dance
Tekst :
So this is odd,
the painful realization that all has gone wrong.
And nobody cares at all,
and nobody cares at all.
So buried all your lovers clothes
and burnded the letters lover wrote,
but it doesn t make it any better.
Does it make it any better?
And the plaster dented from your fist
in the hall where you had your first kiss
reminds you that the memories will fade.
So this is strange,
our side stepping has come to be a brilliant dance
where nobody leads at all,
where nobody leads at all.
And the picture frames are facing down
and the riniging from this empty sound
is defeaning and keeping you from this sleep.
And breathing is a foreign task
and thinkings just to much to ask
and you re measuring your minutes by a clock that s blinking eights.
This is incredible,
Starving, insatiable,
yes, this is love for the first time.
Well you d like to think that your were invincible.
Yeah, well weren t we all once before we felt loss for the first time?
well this is the last time.
This is the last time,
This is the last time.
Inne utwory
The ghost of a good thing Rapid hope loss For Justin Again i go unnoticed Anyone, anyone The places you have come to fear the most So beautiful This bitter pill I do Hey girl Keep watch for the mines Road rules apply Living in your letters This old wound The sharp hint of new tears I need a sure thing Awake Losowe utwory
Set up the mission, unfold the flag
It s time to lay the roots down
Take my head out of the bag
Make me a baby, take me a wife
With these things, maybe I ll be alright
There s a better way
Nie ma mnie, nie ma Ciebie
Co sie stało w Twojej głowie powiedz mi
Moja głowa odleciała, znowu ktoś przeszkadza Ci
Co sie stało z Twoim ciałem powiedz mi
Moje ciało pozostało, znowu ktoś przeszkadza Ci
Co sie stało z ideałem powiedz mi
Ideały...
Die young stay pretty
Deteriorate in your own time
Tell em you re dead and wither away
Are ya living alone or with your family?
a dried up twig on your family tree?
Are ya waiting for the reaper to arrive?
Or just...
Maybe we believe,
She was ready to go,
In the morning light,
Maybe you believe,
That she was made of gold,
In the East where you killed her...
You lead us,
When you need to feed us,
You comfortable delete us,
When you need your fetus...
You cheat us when...
What We Got Here
Is Not a Fool s Dream
We Really Feel the Need
We ve Come to Ground
Like Prisoners On the Run
Just Minutes Away From Freedom
Ain t no Use in Fooling Ourselves
We Really Feel the Need
Whatever It Takes
Nothing Will Be Too Much
We Both Long For Better Days
Baby, We re Different As...