Name: Connector
Duration: 6 min 10 s
Description: Слушайте песню Connector - A Lot Like Birds онлайн с альбома No Place в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 6:10. Год выхода - 2013

No Place

A Lot Like Birds

In Trances

No Nature

No Nurture

Next to Ungodliness

Myth of Lasting Sympathy

Hand over Mouth, Over and Over

Kuroi Ledge

Recluse

Shaking of the Frame

Connector

Alternative Rock

At the rate the paint is peeling off the wall,

At the rate the skin is sloughing off our bones,

The open mouths of these rooms are connected

That we pass through like marrow through bone.

I miss the point and wish I still didn't dream.

A taste gone mad, a sweet sadness, my favorite feeling.

The whispering walls sound like an endless corridor

And at this rate, all the paint is peeling off the walls.

And all I want to do is chase it (before it all falls apart)

Expressionless, eyes to the ground and lips locked tight,

And I never choose to taste hallucinations of what I've seen.

Because I don't see the difference between chasing ghosts in dreams

Still don't see. Still don't see the way.

I would have thought that it could be the sympathetic solution,

And if I stayed or left would you notice more or less of my existence?

I see the ghost stutter-stepping like strobe lights,

Ever-inching closer, but always out of reach.

So I hold my breath and keep it under my tongue

And wait until both of my lungs are filled.

People as canvases: blank outside and bleak inside.

We learned (and it caused other things asunder)

Always colliding with the things that we had tried hard to avoid

We just bury them, close our eyes, cover it up.

But what was buried managed to unlock the door

Even though we had boarded them, nailed them shut, hid the keys.

Will we (in for it now) ever (board up the house) find happiness?!

If I should take a fall, don't look back.

And now we sit in what was built on our dreams.

A space, now sad, speaks madness, attempts concealing

And it's too late cause all the paint is lying on the floor.

Did we selfishly erase it? (And we have all ignored the fault.)

Busy filling mirrors with our damn faces?

Circling flaws that we find without respite.

All the vultures circle us in hopes to feed.

Because they don't see the difference between

Death disguised as life and life with lifeless eyes.

Are the ones that most of us still don't see the way.

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Connector

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