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• Artiste: Post War Years
• Titre: The Bell
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Guarded by night... Into the dark, I wont see all the faces I hurt in the past... Blinded by dark, I'll swing out my legs and find nowhere to land. My feet are my hands and my hands are my feet... but I'm fine the way I am, swinging around. Life form of light... Oh give me your hand and let me know! Gone are the times, those days left behind, left to burn in a dream after years of lullabies. Love is a feeling I choose to believe, and I think that I'm alive..? My spine is in danger of giving away, but I'm fine the way I am, swinging around. Life form of light... Oh ring out the bell and let us know! Life force, give us a sign. We're listening. Life force, give us a sign. We're curious. Give us something that we can grab hold of and wrap our little arms around. We're listening. Life force, give us a sign. We're listening. Life force, give us a sign. We're curious. "Boing": The knife, it cuts your threads. Your clothes were red, surreal. You turned and you told Fred. Then out you bled. Oh dear. Never have sticks nor stones, reset your bones like this. Never had such course, brutal and short, stuck in. But you know it tides, over again. It will be alright, over all. Grown older. Leaves him. Altered. Blown, constants. Leading, onwards. Tethered to Brighton's shores. That life of yours, unmanned. Those simple times before. No longer yours, unfair. And though you walk again, those shadows friend won't leave "Ghosts" This doesn’t come without a warning sign You’re aware? You’re aware? And the wolves have yet to catch our eyes You’re aware? You’re aware? Flames lick all of this time Until we’re burned Until we’re burned Flames lick all of this time Until we’re burned Until we’re burned We’re just ghosts depicting parts of our lives That were once there, that we’re once there And as we hollow away we’re frozen in time But should we care? Should we care? Flames lick all of this time Until we’re burned Until we’re burned Flames lick all of this time Until we’re burned Until we’re burned (All for what end?) What can we show for it? (All for what end?) Not like our prized possessions (All for what end?) What can we show for it? (All for what end?) All at what price? (Dank an mitchel cohen für den Text)