Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Myth of Lasting Sympathy, 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
Myth of Lasting Sympathy |
Someone cruel gave me my dreams last night |
I barely stood before a darkened closet, baring skin and soul before its unseen |
jaws |
«You will never be the creature that you were when you were younger,» |
it whispered |
We get disconnected from our childhood |
We tell our stories like we read them in a book but had not lived them |
I don’t remember much from then but I do remember what a closet becomes when |
the lights go off and I know the many things that fill it up |
When we used to have dreams like this we called them nightmares |
We ran barefoot through the halls of our house and clung to our parents sheets |
like they were the only real thing left in the world |
And my mother? |
She would save us, you and I |
She would lead us hand in hand through the hallway that made us feel silly for |
seeming run by shadows and endless only moments before |
And I’m here now, barely standing in the land of dreams before it, |
and I see you, I see myself as a child sitting inside |
Scared |
Crying |
And you have every reason |
Because while we grow up through song and story learning that love is |
everything in this world and that while we believe it and want it more than any |
single thing… I know that when we have it, we destroy it |
That when we grow up, you and I, that we cheat |
That we find the girl we love and that we lose her because we learn to love |
ourselves much more |
That the friends that we make will drift away once we have leeched them dry |
That the mother who turned our darkened scary hallways into pathways to a |
bedroom will call us and miss us and love us and we will stay hidden |
That really, we will be cruel! |
That in the stories we want told to us before we fall asleep, the heroes are |
ideals that never get reached and the villains are absolutely ordinary |
And we are absolutely ordinary |
And you stare back at me through the closet and into the world that I never |
really changed and ask me the only thing you want to know |
«When we grow up, do we still get scared when the lights go out?» |