Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Connector, artist - A Lot Like Birds. Album song No Place, in the genre Пост-хардкор
Date of issue: 28.10.2013
Record label: Equal Vision
Song language: English
Connector |
Go through solid stages not noticing me |
Hands hold tightly |
No one shares |
Go through solid stages not noticing me |
Hands hold tightly |
No one shares |
Doll it up! |
At the rate the paint is peeling off the wall |
We’ll need to cover it! |
(cover it!) |
Before it all falls apart! |
Oh, it’ll all fall apart |
Truss it up! |
At the rate the skin is sloughing off our bones |
They’ll need to bury us. |
(bury us!) |
Because we all fall apart |
Yeah, we all fall apart |
The open mouths of these rooms are connected |
By a hallway, dark and narrow |
That we pass through like marrow through bone |
And we do it alone |
I miss the point and wish I still didn’t dream |
A taste gone mad, a sweet sadness, my favorite feeling |
The whispering walls sound like an endless corridor |
And at this rate, all the paint is peeling off the walls |
And all I want to do is chase it (before it all falls apart) |
Down the hall made out of frozen faces |
Expressionless, eyes to the ground and lips locked tight |
Ever so quiet, ever so quiet |
And I never choose to taste hallucinations of what I’ve seen |
Because I don’t see the difference between chasing ghosts in dreams |
And chasing dreams in life |
Doll it up! |
All the ones still close to us |
Are the ones that most of us |
Still don’t see. |
Still don’t see the way |
I would have thought that it could be the sympathetic solution |
Disillusion |
And if I stayed or left would you notice more or less of my existence? |
Out of the corner of my eye |
I see the ghost stutter-stepping like strobe lights |
Ever-inching closer, but always out of reach |
So I hold my breath and keep it under my tongue |
And wait until both of my lungs are filled |
If I count to ten, will it all go away? |
Brushed aside or pushed aside? |
A difference in tension |
Intention and force applied |
Cast aside or passing by |
People as canvases: blank outside and bleak inside |
We learned (and it caused other things asunder) |
To stay (and avoiding all the turmoil) |
Out of the way of each other |
Just stay out of the way! |
Always colliding with the things that we had tried hard to avoid |
We just bury them, close our eyes, cover it up |
But what was buried managed to unlock the door |
Even though we had boarded them, nailed them shut, hid the keys |
Will we (in for it now) ever (board up the house) find happiness?! |
Clarity?! |
Peace of mind? |
Follow me down the hallway |
If I should take a fall, don’t look back |
Pick a door |
Any door |
Any door! |
NOW! |
And now we sit in what was built on our dreams |
A space, now sad, speaks madness, attempts concealing |
The crumbling walls |
It feels like our time is getting short |
And it’s too late cause all the paint is lying on the floor |
Did we selfishly erase it? |
(And we have all ignored the fault.) |
Busy filling mirrors with our damn faces? |
Circling flaws that we find without respite |
What do we find? |
What do we find? |
And in the meantime |
All the vultures circle us in hopes to feed |
Because they don’t see the difference between |
Death disguised as life and life with lifeless eyes |
Doll it up! |
All the ones still close to us |
Are the ones that most of us still don’t see the way |
I would have thought that it could be the sympathetic solution |
Disillusion |
Because we all fall apart! |
Oh, we all fall apart! |
The open mouths close! |