Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Relics in Ruins, artist - Capstan. Album song Seasonal Depression, in the genre Хардкор
Date of issue: 01.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Capstan
Song language: English
Relics in Ruins |
Your hands were always tied to a future set on your wedding day. |
That’s not building a life. |
You’re throwing it all away. |
I’ve lost a lot of friends this year some to a marriage and careers |
Honestly I’m scared to death of losing the few I still have left. |
Falling leaves are all I’ve seen. |
I’m always stuck here in between. |
I wish the wind would blow us back before the snow falls over me. |
Where I want to be and my reality always share such little company. |
We’re all hopeless romantics who base regression on your semantics. |
The doubtless nights now endless lies turn into depression. |
But you’ll never hear me say the golden days faded away |
There’s a hurricane that’s raged in my head. |
A nightmare taking place out of my |
bed. |
The winds are tearing away what I still love. |
I’ll keep holding on with broken |
hands. |
I won’t let my life deconstruct. |
There’s comfort in the warmth of love but I’m drawn to the cold of being alone. |
Stole my senses from second guesses and left me numb to the bone. |
And I’ve finally found a place to grow. |
We’re all hopeless romantics who base regression on your semantics. |
The doubtless nights now endless lies turn into depression. |
But you’ll never hear me say that the golden days faded away |
I never said this was easy. |
(You'll go on pretending) |
And I don’t expect you to understand |
The shit that I went through |
(It's what you were in to) |
To make this life my final stand |
Trigger happy with a loaded gun in my hand. |
Crosshairs aligned for that place |
in time |
Living life for the unplanned. |
Good luck making history. |
And I’ll put my two cents into building more of these |
memories. |
We’re all hopeless romantics who base regression on your semantics. |
The doubtless nights now endless lies turn into depression. |
But you’ll never hear me say the golden days faded away. |