
Date of issue: 17.08.2017
Song language: English
Chekhov's Gun |
Even gold turns black under the soles |
Broken CDs in the potholes |
Out of reach just like the things you can’t control |
Eyes caught in brighter lights |
Oh dear, the fear will never fade |
It hides between the fine lines of your face |
And maybe this will fade with fame |
Or shadow you like a given name |
Sometimes truth’s disguised in a tangled shame |
You hide away inside your room |
Close your eyes so change and pain just feel the same |
You’ve got it figured out |
But people aren’t logical |
They’ll drink the glass regardless of how full |
They live oblivious |
To days that burn like cigarettes |
And fall in piles of things you soon forget |
And maybe this will fade with fame |
Or shadow you like a given name |
Sometimes truth’s disguised in a tangled shame |
You hide away inside your room |
Close your eyes so change and pain just feel the same |
Your life’s a power play |
Your curtain’s contradictory |
You shred the script and fake your victory |
It’s hidden in peripheral |
And so it glints like Chekhov’s gun |
The shot goes off, and yet the show goes on |
And maybe this will fade with fame |
Or shadow you like a given name |
Sometimes truth’s disguised in a tangled shame |
You hide away inside your room |
Close your eyes so nothing’s changing |
Not a moment’s left worth taking |
Everything’s mundane, nothing else remains |
Cause change and pain will always feel the same |