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• Artiste: Youngs Plan (The)
• Titre: Wolves Chasing Knives
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I'm stuck. I'm stuck to this page - this pen feels like an anchor So I'll step outside as the sun fakes his death and cries, "it's over" Not for me - the night is still sweet. But I'm beginning to tire Of the street and its heavy concrete, So I'll tightrope walk the telephone wires Oh the screams! The screams from the teens, their arms making forests And the trees are wrapped around me. But I need to be honest when I say that I can't! I can't keep you here. I don't have the energy If you're happy, then I'm happy too They left now it's just me, Tom and the wolf Tonight let's migrate to where the bass is pumping To let ourselves collide And hope that when the light speckles your mattress again Everything will be just fine The animals dance under disco light The cigarettes light their faces like lanterns tonight The calloused fingers, the rocks in rivers and the fickle fights But we're unaware that we are but wolves chasing for knives He bared, he bared his teeth and I swore I saw my own face Underneath serrated defeat - it pulls threads from their places To tear and fray at the seams, I'm breaking this disguise The strings are stitched to your hands as you're waving your goodbyes Tonight let's migrate to where the bass is pumping To let ourselves collide And hope that when the light speckles your mattress again Everything will be just fine