Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Twilight Zone, artist - Serenata
Date of issue: 16.11.2017
Song language: English
Twilight Zone |
Intro: |
Celine: You know what’s going on here? |
It’s simple. |
I don’t think I love you |
anymore |
I. Soupherb |
Looking like he’s staring across the street |
One hand in his pocket, other holding cigarette |
Rubbed his head on his forearm, mind on regret |
Trying to figure out when they started losing steps |
Spending his night flying solo |
How many bottles more? |
It felt like a chokehold |
Haven’t stepped home since hours ago |
But how is it home if love goes when heat blows? |
Took flights to readers and hoes, how did she know? |
Didn’t give a damn anymore, she stormed off and he just let her go |
Like the wife and kid replaced |
'Cause one thought he needed a happy place |
But it’s still the same old phase in a different case with an older face |
Definitely not like a few or twenty years back |
Forced to squeeze out what’s left in their tank |
Sweeties, don’t worry, take a rest |
Mommy’s still there struggling to do her best |
She’s taking them to grandma, too much stress |
Instinct running on what to do next |
But most likely too busy |
Painfully reminiscing to pay attention |
Missing that young guy with the sweet aggression |
Well, guess those two occasions were trying to say something else |
One: you’re not meant for each other |
Two: I said you’re not meant for each other |
Thought of moving somewhere far with her mother |
To rip the old and move onto the next chapter |
Hoping that he won’t come after her |
Down on one knee to beg while playing father |
Wondered why he didn’t think of their daughters |
Feeling too numb to show face, give closure |
II. |
Kensa |
Blood in the flowers of a perfect love abandoned |
Passion’s in the twilight zone of a night ocean |
Broke apart when she pulled the intravenous drip |
Now the prospect of forever is a broken pinkie finger |
He contemplates his end, knowing he’d never get better |
Penning a suicide note in the form of a love letter |
Reconstructing all his bad patterns 'til she left |
It felt the same as mourning for the loss of a friend |
Consumed by the frenzy of his own codependence |
She learned how to abandon when she’s constantly abandoned |
Now he’s back to smoking away a pack and half a day |
And he embraced the alcoholic daze as his default state |
Just one night lost all of its magic |
They were destined to be incinerated sungrazing comets |
Burn the photographs 'cause I don’t want you in my head |
If the full eclipse is matrimony bleeds itself to death |
I know that you’re exhausted to love and be unloved |
And I confess to the crime, I know it can’t be undone |
I’m sorry that I lacked the needed courage to accept |
What I took for granted, now you had the courage to reject |
The language of romantics is lost in translation |
We only said «I love you» as a way of our tradition |
Exploited all my sorries 'til you got accustomed with apologies that it’s no |
longer an essential part of me |
Leave me in this rotting condition that I deserve |
I’m not supposed to feel alive at the mercy of your words |
Spoken tragedies turned taciturn |
Now the photographs are burning to the point of no return |
I am setting you free into the moonlight |
Take flight with those angelic wings, forgiveness ain’t divine |
And as the moon rises in the quiet of the night sky |
The promise of eternity vanished for a lifetime |
Don’t resuscitate me with your cryogenic lasers |
Let me plunge into the realm of my psycho-fatalism |
All remaining light is snatched away by the shadows |
I can no longer hear the singing of the dead sparrows |
Forsaken by the universe who never gave an answer |
As to why I shouldn’t be the victim of this cancer |
It’s the first stain since our immaculate conception |
The little demons in my head declared an insurrection |
And I’m trapped in despair with pain and affliction |
So suspend me in the air and execute my crucifixion |
Set the cross on fire 'til the ashes turn black |
There is no final revolution that’ll end in getting her back |
Now I’m all alone in what was once a happy home |
Ten years of marriage, no shit is set in stone |
In the end, I’m just a name scribbled in her death note |
What was once a livewire, what is now a dead ghost! |
(Dead ghost, dead ghost, dead ghost…) |
Outro: |
Patrick Wilson: You’re good… you’re so good, you’re so fucking good, |
you’re just like her. |
You’re just like her. |
You’re all just fucking like her! |
You wanna drive a man fucking crazy! |
Then go, go with your fucking mind! |
Go your fucking way! |
Go! |