Hey now, hush..
Tears you play hide and seek,
You place ripples on the surface
And you thought, you could,
Dance with fire
A wall of paper thin motives
A procession of
Deep breathes and skipped heartbeats
Mirrors and trapdoors
All eyes are on me..
Parachutes
That crash land down
Are we gonna make it?
Parachutes
That crash land down
Are we gonna make it?
So have you fallen back down, to reality?
Or are you urgently trying, to reassure yourself?
We all love a bit of suspense, and mystery
So tell me something,
Just something, I hope I can believe..
So tell me something I can believe..
Your waiting for, an escape to come to you..
In some backstreet, suspicions follow you
I swear that I'll never, let myself do this, again..
I swear that I'll never, let myself do this, again..
I swear that I'll never, let myself do this, again..
I swear that I'll never, let myself do this, again..
So take all of your, chaos and ruin..
Explosions in the dark,
Pretentious lies, and broken hearts,
Yours will someday, divide, and fall apart..
So take all of your, chaos and ruin..
Explosions in the dark..
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