Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Lovesong Writer, artist - Thursday. Album song A City By The Light Divided, in the genre Пост-хардкор
Date of issue: 01.05.2006
Record label: Island Records
Song language: English
The Lovesong Writer |
Sitting alone in the dark of a stadium |
He whispers his secrets into a cheap guitar |
With the flick of his wrist he turns words into melodies |
Chords into church bells, fill up the allies |
Lovers intwine in the heat of the night |
And by dawn are apart in the shivering silences |
We will pretend |
That its all just made up The songs that he writes |
Are too personal |
He cant play them for anyone |
When hes all alone, the lovesong writer sings |
Ooooh |
Can anyone, hear me now? |
No one hears him now |
So he stumbles through syllables, cut from their sentences |
Lost letters call to him, deep in the alphabet |
«Please give us meaning» |
Pose for me now |
You’re the broken heart |
You’re the sigh in the back of the throat |
And on the other side |
You’re the queen of spades |
You’re the sound that she makes on her way |
Theres always a way out |
Theres always a way out |
When hes all alone, the lovesong writer sings |
Ooooh |
Can anyone, hear me now? |
But no one hears at all |
The lovesong writer sits all alone |
When he hears the sound of the knock at the door |
50 red roses, falling apart |
In the hands of someone that you scraped in and left behind |
All of the others strolled up and showed up at your door |
Staring you down, they said: |
Sing for me, sing for me, sing for me now |
Sing for me, sing for me, sing for me now |
We already are |