| From forest darkness
|
| And full moon
|
| Too bleached catching tables
|
| And ordinary living rooms
|
| Ghost of wolves and silent
|
| Movie stars will sing hymns from underground
|
| And drowned of souls into the shore
|
| And we’ll speak volumes
|
| With star struck eyes
|
| That count the lies from
|
| Oceans blues
|
| And bliss ever stand
|
| To chasing silver
|
| And finding ways to killer days
|
| Ghost depends for nights
|
| Beneath the electric skies of realize
|
| Will still hold through for you and me
|
| (you and me)
|
| And we’ll speak volumes
|
| With star struck eyes
|
| Count the lies
|
| We’ll speak volumes
|
| (in volumes)
|
| And I’m tired oh so tired
|
| So sad that it went beneath
|
| Could be the very last time
|
| So sad that it went beneath
|
| Could be the very last time
|
| From the grey sky
|
| Tostones standing still
|
| My silver screen be the violet
|
| Violent film
|
| Distant kids the nearest
|
| I don’t know how it came to this
|
| We chemistry, chemistry
|
| Settle in the mercury
|
| And we’ll speak volumes
|
| With star struck eyes
|
| Count the lies
|
| And we’ll speak in volumes
|
| (in volumes)
|
| I’m tired oh so tired (so tired)
|
| So sad that it went beneath
|
| Could be the vary of time
|
| So sad that, that the next time
|
| Could be the very last time
|
| So sad that, that the next time
|
| Could be the very last
|
| So sad that, that the next time
|
| Could be the very last time |