
Date of issue: 05.06.2011
Song language: English
Running on Nothing |
How could we have been so blind to the effects each time? |
Why keep watching when you know the end? |
Why make this journey again and again? |
We know it’s just pain and lies, |
Let’s watch and feign surprise. |
Afraid to admit that it’s all a facade |
And we wind up alone in spite of what they laud. |
I’ve been marching for so long, |
I towed the line, so strong. |
I kept holding until it tore me apart, |
A hand thrust in my chest and ripped out my heart. |
So mother, may I please submit, the notion |
That I no longer believe in this shit? |
Lay me on the consummation bed, |
A fatal blow driven to the maidenhead. |
We’re running on nothing, |
On the fumes of our dreams. |
At another point in my life, |
That was good enough for me. |
Short plume, fades fast, |
The petals fall and crash. |
I believe one could put it best, |
«We spend most of life dealing with the mess». |
The saddest joy is why I concede, |
But bitter resolution is why I secede. |
Sick of falling from the lowest low, |
The higher the height, the further you go. |
Pull myself back to bended knee, |
Not just an emotion, it hurts physically. |
Swans mate for life or so I’ve heard, |
Which is fitting, because that shit’s for the birds. |
We’re running on nothing, |
The fumes of our dreams, |
At another point in my life, |
That was good enough for me. |
They leave, it hurts, |
If you see it coming, it’s worse. |
Stiff upper lip as we try to carry on, |
Let’s pretend that this is making us strong. |
And we can only take so much |
Before our sense of decency is finally crushed |
And all that’s left is a dried out husk |
With the belief that love isn’t going to save us. |
We’re running on nothing, |
Just the fumes of our dreams, |
At another point in my life, |
That was good enough for me. |
Those better days ain’t going to come. |
Those better days have passed us by. |
Those better days have all run out |
Because those better days were a lie. |
Fall |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Son The Father | 2008 |
Turn the Season | 2011 |
Queen of Hearts | 2011 |
No Epiphany | 2008 |
Crooked Head | 2008 |
Sun Glass | 2014 |
Paper The House | 2014 |
Cream Puff War | 2016 |
Led By Hand | 2014 |
Raise Your Voice Joyce | 2018 |
Year of the Tiger | 2012 |
I Was There | 2011 |
A Slanted Tone | 2011 |
A Little Death | 2011 |
The Recursive Girl | 2011 |
Remember My Name | 2011 |
Ship of Fools | 2011 |
Under My Nose | 2011 |
The Other Shoe | 2011 |
Life in Paper | 2011 |