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• Artiste: Slow Century
• Titre: The Way By Swann's House
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My lover woke up in a sheet of lies and that feeling of sick not hard to recognize Lying in lawns by the pond with the smell of grass in our yawns We let the stalks grow up past our knees, laid down in our nests and tried not to speak Next week the papers rumored about our disappearing, what was it they were hearing? And when winter came the children threw snowballs The girls all made cat eyes while the boys all made cat calls Sometimes at night we remember our old names But morning still comes and the memories all fade And it's enough to made you crazy When things can only keep going on With no rhyme or reason and maybe There's no need to still be holding on But a life is always, always alive It's always our way Now lover lays flat as I slept on love's chest And together in dreams I saw the love we had left As it dispersed through our veins I felt the sum of our dying And their blood came to life in my heart as we're lying The night that we met your brains fell through your teeth Cascading the charm down your chin to your feet Honey we love you to death and this sense of defeat And even now I still want my lips on your cheek So when summer came we backpedaled our route Trampled our lives as the seasons followed suit And there in the distance an old mill has burned down And I swear my footprints have been buried in this ground This life is always, always alive It's always our way