Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Me to the Future of You, artist - Knifeworld. Album song Buried Alone: Tales of Crushing Defeat, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 08.08.2010
Record label: Believers Roast
Song language: English
Me to the Future of You |
Wait for a fall, and you’d want to try and recall, |
Times spent in better days, wasting a glorious afternoon. |
Think back to summer and you’d want to, |
But I’m losing you this time. |
Can’t decide if I mind. |
Think back to summer and you’d want to, |
But I’m losing you this time. |
When oceans earn the right to dry up, |
And stars have fallen earthward by the score. |
Ah! |
The end reeks of familiar, |
Of ever after me to you. |
Final her flames are beautiful, |
Close your eyes and close me out of sight. |
We’re not for certain cut. |
Desire, |
That calls me back to you and loses time. |
Sold, expired, retarded, burnt out, |
Will you still kiss my charred remains? |
Oh your face looks like an angel, |
Lips and lids are closing, it’s alright. |
«I never printed too hard with the Allaways, |
(When oceans earn the right to dry up,) |
We riddled cradles to coffins, spastics to boffins, |
And threw ourselves in line with the universe expanding. |
(And stars have fallen earthward by the score.) |
With all the trinkets clutching, you deserved, |
To force a post into history you’d reserved. |
I never printed too hard with the Allaways. |
(Ah! The end reeks of familiar,) |
I know you heard it before, but we all came from the stars, |
And these protons and nucleus are all we really are. |
I never printed too hard with the Allaways, |
(Of ever after me to you.) |
And sent a D.N.A. |
code into traction, |
It’s got a sigil of an overbite, ah! |
ah! |
And now it’s spinning like a wheel, |
Like a chakra in reverse. |
It’s got a reason to print with me everyday, |
(Final her flames are beautiful,) |
Was I merely a blip along the way? |
And over and ever forever it’s finite, |
Over and ever forever infinite, |
(Close your eyes and close me out of sight.) |
On thin ice. |
It’s breaking in transmutation. |
And it’s born again, |
And it gets formed again. |
And it’s coming back in two, |
And now it’s coming back two times.» |
«I never printed too hard with the Allaways, |
(We're not for certain cut. Desire,) |
We riddled cradles to coffins, spastics to boffins, |
And threw ourselves in line with the universe expanding. |
(That calls me back to you and loses time.) |
With all the trinkets clutching, you deserved, |
To force a post into history you’d reserved. |
I never printed too hard with the Allaways. |
(Sold, expired, retarded, burnt out,) |
I know you heard it before, but we all came from the stars, |
And these protons and nucleus are all we really are. |
I never printed too hard with the Allaways, |
(Will you still kiss my charred remains?) |
And sent a D.N.A. |
code into traction, |
It’s got a sigil of an overbite, ah! |
ah! |
And now it’s spinning like a wheel, |
It’s like a chakra in reverse. |
It’s got a reason to print with me everyday, |
(Oh your face looks like an angel,) |
Was I merely a blip along the way? |
And over and ever forever it’s finite, |
Over and ever forever infinite, |
(Lips and lids are closing, it’s alright.) |
On thin ice. |
It’s breaking in transmutation. |
And it’s born again, |
And it gets formed again. |
And it’s born again, |
And it gets formed again.» |