Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Waves in Walls, artist - Hotel Books. Album song Equivalency II: Everything We Left Out, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.10.2019
Record label: InVogue
Song language: English
Waves in Walls |
I’ve been counting the waves on the wall in my room |
Too soon to view what’s left of you |
It’s not because I’m bored, of course |
It’s because I don’t know what to do |
So, maybe framing myself every time I feel attacked |
Only lasted long enough for me to want the good times to come back |
And love is only a beautiful image when it’s sitting in the trash |
Or maybe dwelling on the negative only negates the rest |
Or cheating death is not the same as cheating on a test |
And the only right seed that can put a bullet in my chest |
Possibly too self-righteous to even slightly suggest |
There’s a presence in these walls and my flaws can entirely attest |
I know it’s easy to look at someone who’s crazy and not know what to do |
But if you didn’t have something this vital and you wanted it, I promise, |
you’d be crazy too |
'Cause the world sometimes feels like it’s not a safe place |
Like you’re forced to be born and then told you’re gonna die someday |
Or maybe the lights were left on, but God has moved on |
And walked into the kitchen nook to book himself another three-night stay |
No, Jesus, forgive me, I don’t know where to go from here |
Losing someone I love out of death and then losing myself out of fear |
To all the people relying on a miracle who are still miraculously here |
There’s no way you don’t matter because your family is here |
So, bury a light so someone else can dig it up |
It’s enough just to know |
I can barely handle this love |
Bury a light so you won’t have to cling onto your past |
Just a dash and a splash more to mix in until you never have to drink it again |
And you can always come back |
I got a text message from a friend |
He said his mother was dead |
He said, «She still said we could drop the crystal meth off in Calexico and |
grab a bite to eat in El Centro, head down to Blythe and smoke a pack of |
cigarettes until we’re left with nothing but crushes and menthols» |
And then she said, «I'm sorry, but that’s just how this spiral goes» |
But I want to tell you, there’s nothing poetic in craving death |
There’s nothing beautiful about wanting to die |
But there’s something beautiful about having those thoughts |
Honoring them |
Recognizing that you’re better than them |
And then choosing life instead |
Because I promise, you’re worth having here |
Because your perspective is something only you possess |
And that’s beautiful |
It adds a flavor to this world that we wouldn’t have otherwise |
So I’m telling you now, it’s vital that you stay alive |
Yeah, you |