Soft Blackouts Songtext
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I saw a forrest growing in the city but I can't tell you on the telephone
it's written in leaves
carved into trees
you must find it alone
the violent side of human nature says we'll be together in all kind of weather
my crime is discomfort
seasick of sailing your waves of grain
revealing only fractions from our soft blackouts
attracted to the act of defiance in rebel-yells
guilt is a concept we are no longer subscribing to
it's written in leaves
carved into trees
I painted my walls in the colour of your favourite dress
so that when you are gone I can lie down for a square caress
revealing only fractions from our soft blackouts
revealing only fractions from our soft blackouts
revealing only fractions from our soft blackouts
revealing only fractions from our soft blackouts
suspended in the narrative
forget that I am trying to recapture time to cover up
come feel the knife being sharpened right behind the walls
a game of looks you wove in my shadows
what I choose to reflect from
I can not depend on
a natural fact
now are you waiting for crystal come feel the knife being sharpened right behind the walls
a game of looks you wove in my shadows
what I choose to reflect from
I can not depend on
a natural fact
now are you waiting for crystal
revealing only fractions from our soft blackouts
revealing only fractions from our soft blackouts
revealing only fractions from our soft blackouts
attracted to the act of defiance in rebel-yells
revealing only fractions from our soft blackouts
attracted to the act of defiance in rebel-yells
right behind the walls
being sharpened right behind the walls
the knife being sharpened right behind the walls
come feel the knife being sharpened right behind the walls
it's written in leaves
carved into trees
you must find it alone
the violent side of human nature says we'll be together in all kind of weather
my crime is discomfort
seasick of sailing your waves of grain
revealing only fractions from our soft blackouts
attracted to the act of defiance in rebel-yells
guilt is a concept we are no longer subscribing to
it's written in leaves
carved into trees
I painted my walls in the colour of your favourite dress
so that when you are gone I can lie down for a square caress
revealing only fractions from our soft blackouts
revealing only fractions from our soft blackouts
revealing only fractions from our soft blackouts
revealing only fractions from our soft blackouts
suspended in the narrative
forget that I am trying to recapture time to cover up
come feel the knife being sharpened right behind the walls
a game of looks you wove in my shadows
what I choose to reflect from
I can not depend on
a natural fact
now are you waiting for crystal come feel the knife being sharpened right behind the walls
a game of looks you wove in my shadows
what I choose to reflect from
I can not depend on
a natural fact
now are you waiting for crystal
revealing only fractions from our soft blackouts
revealing only fractions from our soft blackouts
revealing only fractions from our soft blackouts
attracted to the act of defiance in rebel-yells
revealing only fractions from our soft blackouts
attracted to the act of defiance in rebel-yells
right behind the walls
being sharpened right behind the walls
the knife being sharpened right behind the walls
come feel the knife being sharpened right behind the walls
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