Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dreaming Or Sinking, artist - Hotel Books. Album song I'm Almost Happy Here, But I Never Feel At Home, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 30.06.2014
Record label: InVogue
Song language: English
Dreaming Or Sinking |
I tried looking into her eyes to make sense of my own life |
But found senseless realizations |
I was reckless and she was justification |
A vacation from the monotony I lived in |
And avoiding risk felt nice until I realized |
I was avoiding purpose |
And it’s all new, but I love her |
At least I think, because I don’t want to live so empty |
And I have this tendency to complicate things |
Better than I break things |
And she was somehow caught in the in-between |
And forever means forever |
And that’s what it’ll always mean |
And life is a reality, except for when it’s a dream |
And those are the moments that I can’t seem to think |
But I make sense of my mess |
By making sense of her and me |
And this fear keeps me alive |
This fear of knowing that she could leave me |
And I could try |
But this fear fuels the flames |
That’s why I feel like I’m going to die |
Cause she kept a part of me close by |
And I liked it the best I can |
And now that I know who I used to be |
It’s hard to be happy with who I am |
And that’s where she came in |
A half-baked smile and a love to pretend |
But prior to then, love was nothing more to me |
Than a vacation, a vacant motivation |
To avoid the means it takes to reach any real end |
A sense of salvation |
But also an element of bitter hope |
To cope with the rope that was tied around my neck |
And the savior I hoped for was chased away |
Way back then |
When I found vices to take the place |
Of all the things I wanted to be |
And I lost sight of me |
But I was told I could be anybody |
And I thought I could find purpose |
In loving someone who looks like me |
And I began dreaming or sinking |
Most nights, they meant the same thing |
And when that salvation finally found me |
It was traded away for thirty pieces of silver |
Seems like that’s not too much, I guess |
But I sold my savior for a whole lot less |
My two best friends, acceptance, and a mirage of fake happiness |
And now the words I use to cling to as my refuge |
Now torture me in my head |
Forgive them, Father, they know not what they do |
It’s funny 'cause it seems like I did every time I lied to you |
And that’s my only truth, that I can’t sleep at night |
And I can’t get these things right |
And salvation escaped when she came into view |
And now I’m hoping my whole life isn’t mistaken as you |
But there’s no way of knowing |
When all I’m doing is coping with my own pride |
And my past would fight with me, hoping I would find truth |
But it’s never a good idea to start a fight |
With a man who has nothing to lose |
And I’m empty, my heart is caving in |
And for whatever reason, I finally let somebody in |
And I don’t know what love is, but I’m growing |