A F T E R L I F E
“I’m the ache in your heart, leading you to the dark”
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Can the mad know of their madness?
Like the sad savour their sadness.
I can’t find silence in the stillness.
I pushed too hard against my limits.
Gripping tight, all the light has faded.
All my tears, evaporated.
Cast aside all remaining feeling.
Enchanted by this endless evening.
The night reigns long beyond the morning,
For that is your curse.
For that is your curse.
The abyssal lulls you into sleep.
Drowns you deep.
Do you still dream?
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I had a good life,
Now it’s under review.
Nothing feels right,
And it started with you.
Take a deep breath,
Whispers everywhere.
Move in quick steps,
Deeper into despair.
Then it hit you out of the blue.
What did you get yourself into?
Now we dream of starting anew,
But you’re through.
Under review.
Their voices calling,
Growing louder now.
You're done performing.
Stand and take a bow.
Take a bow.
I had a good life.
Uh-under review.
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I’ll take a fall,
As often as you need me to.
I’ll take a chance,
But only if you ask me to.
And I will take a risk,
If you promise me you will.
And I will run with you,
If you’re running too.
If we run tonight, it will be alright.
Stop time tonight.
Will you hold me tight?
Under moonlit skies,
As we fade to black and white.
You’re worth losing my life,
If I’m worth losing yours.
And as the street lights fading,
It’s not long until dawn.
Because the clock’s ticking down,
And we don’t live long.
And if we miss our chance tonight,
Then the moment’s gone.
If we both run tonight, we’ll know we’re living right.
We know we’re living right, we know we’re living right.
If we don’t die tonight, we can make it out alright.
We can make it out alright, alright.
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In the shadows of the night we go.
Through the streets we used to call our own.
Echoes of the past they haunt our steps,
As we search for a way to forget.
Bite your lip,
Anticipate.
Lost in lust,
We play with fate.
Surrender,
To the night's allure.
Leave behind,
All we endured.
In the twilight veil, we’ll disappear.
Will you leave behind all that you fear?
No looking back or turning around.
Keep moving, we can never be found.
Bite your lip,
Anticipate.
Lost in lust,
We play with fate.
Surrender,
To the night's allure.
Leave behind,
All we endured.
In shadow,
We will embrace.
Whispered talk,
Hold my gaze.
Fingertips,
Across your face.
Dance until,
We leave no trace.
We’ll find a place where you can be mine.
We play with fate.Surrender to, to the night's allure.
When you could be mine.
My, my, my, mine.
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Put on that party face.
The display that they dictate.
My soul won't win the room,
And neither would I want it to.
You broke my heart long ago.
I chained it up in lace.
Tried to heal the ache.
You broke my heart long ago.
I tried to cure the ache,
Keeping me awake.
But all I find is an empty space.
Big smiles, hollow eyes.
In this masquerade, I hide.
Don’t ask me, to wake up.
I can only feel alive in my dreams.
All. I. Find.
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Cold words, leave your lips like ice.
Don’t fight, as the chill sets in, within.
Sharp knives, carve out your mistakes.
Don’t cry, as the blade breaks skin.
Breathe in.
In your deep night,
I'll be your moonlight.
In your cold heart,
I'll be a restart.
When you call,I'll be there to listen.
In your madness,
I'll be your reason.
This won’t be like the last time.
One chance in our one lifetime (please be mine).
Pull me in and tread that line.
My mind roams these tortured halls,
Each nightfall.
In your deep night,I'll be your moonlight.
In your cold heart,
I'll be a restart.
When you talk,
I'll be there to listen.
In your madness,
I'll be your reason.
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I don’t know why, but I’m here again.
In a room full of strangers, without a sign of a friend.
Their eyes are averted, atmosphere is tense.
Maybe it’s the cigarettes on my breath?
But I’m dancing alone,
Alone at parties.
I’m dancing alone,
Alone at parties.
Could it be the kind of clothes that I wear?
So out of fashion, the kind worn on a dare.
In the end, it could simply be,
That maybe I’ve just got too drunk to see,
That I’m dancing alone,
Alone at parties.
I’m dancing alone,
Alone at parties.
Gaze at your shoes,
Do it with force.
Look through the leather,
Into the floor.
Move just a little,
Make it look hard.
Like the music has forced you,
Forced you to start.
And a thousand eyes follow me now.
A thousand eyes try to figure me out.
And a thousand eyes follow me now,
Follow me now, now, now, now…
Dancing alone.
Gaze at your shoes, do it with force.
Alone at parties.
Look through the leather, into the floor.
Dancing alone.
Alone at parties.
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Wandering the streets of a world left behind.
A flicker in the dead night.
I look to the sky as spirits scream,
From the void of a fleeting dream.
I can tell you’re lost as you reach out to me,Your nightmare is unending.
The towering spires pierce the black sky,
As your fate is forever mine.
When the world turns cold, I'll linger here,
Under dying light, as the dark grows near.
There are no embers left in sight.
In sorrows cast, I roam the night.
Desolate streets, despondent skies.
I tread the path where shadows hide.
Oh, I'll own the night.
Soulslike.
The night has just begun,
Yet the dream never ends.
Is your heart still beating?
The shattering walls and hollowed floors,
Pave the way to a closing door.
I fear it’s too late,
You’ll be lost to the void.
All memories forgotten.
Your echoing cries, speak no goodbyes.
You succumb to the blood moonrise.
I'm the ache in your heart,Leading you to the dark.
Restart, restart.
Soulslike.
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The cufflinks you wore, candles laid on the floor.
Wishing that I could reach you, wish I could.
But I don’t know where you are.
Spectres slamming the doors, will not hear any more,
Of my evocations, incantations, calling you home.
But the horrors have you now.
Can you feel my heart?
Do you see it burn?
Do you hear my voice,
Calling you to return?
Do you hear me cry?
Beckon your reply.
Do you hear my voice,
Begging you to return?
In all my rituals.
No apparition formed, the room the same as before.
I’d make a deal with the afterlife, every night.
But even they won’t lift the veil.
Phantoms slamming the doors, will not hear any more,
Of my evocations, incantations, calling you home.
The witching hour’s counting down.
Oh this can’t be the end.
Or a time that’s run its course.
Is this really an unstoppable force?
-
You must let go, on with the show.
The curtains drawn and the people gone.
My words lay etched into the dust, fates bigger than us.
You can still hear me say.
In the morning,
You’ll forget me,
When the light wakes the sky again.
Release my memories,
Lay them with me,
When the final applause will end.
The play descends.
Behind the scenes, my shattered dreams,
Were nothing more than a passing theme.
An empty stage, a torn up page, you lie awake.
And you still hear me say.
I must go where you can’t follow.
Return my body to the ash.
I will walk within your shadow.
But now I belong to the past.
Let the boards remember my steps,The light cast my silhouette.
The suit recall my outline,
Carve in time my opening line.
The rapture when I entered,
Echoed in all its splendour.
My form returns to embers,
It’s my time.
This play descends tonight.
D A R K D E S I G N S
“you’re a piece of the board now. spellbound”
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I close my eyes and try to find some rest,
As pictures form an uninvited guest.
Twisting thoughts until they’re redesigned,
A static death under a moving tide.
I close my eyes,
I close my eyes.
Under the veil of dark design,
I have become the sadness.
And when there's nothing left inside,
Sometimes, I wish I could vanish.
Into the rising light,
A darkened morning cast in black and white.
I write the words that lay between the lines
On empty pages, just a waste of time.
I close my eyes,
I close my eyes.
Under the veil of dark design,
I have become the sadness.
And when there's nothing left inside,
Sometimes, I wish I could vanish.
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You're only living life through a screen,
And nothing has any meaning,
Existing in a game of your own.
You won't be walking her home.
It's a delicate evening.
You start shaking as she steps out alone.
You wouldn't believe it,
If you hadn't seen it.
On video.
(Cutscene on screen)
You couldn't delete it,
Reset and repeat it.
On video.
(Cutscene eighteen)
Can almost feel the rain on your skin,
And touch the blood on the pavement.
You're walking into sectors unknown.
Dialling into her phone
To tell him she's entertainment.
You hear screaming as you brush down your coat.
You wouldn't believe it,
If you hadn't seen it.
On video.
(Cutscene on screen)
You couldn't delete it,
Reset and repeat it.
On video.
(Cutscene eighteen)
Nothing has any meaning,
You're dreaming.
Nothing's left when it's over,
Game over.
Game over.
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An unbroken silence,
Is all that was left.
And once we were happy,
Then neutral at best.
The tracks in the driveway,
Have faded away,
I said I would miss you,
But didn't ask you to stay.
The heart doesn't need to be broken,
To synchronise no more.
And each day,
You replay in my mind.
Over and over again.
The door standing open,
From the night that you left.
And stains from your coffee,
Still sit by the bed.
The chill from the window,
And dust on the floor.
The games on the table,
No one plays anymore.
The heart doesn't need to be broken,
To synchronise no more.
And each day,
You replay in my mind.
Over and over again.
In every way,
Inside in my mind,
Infiltrator.
In every way,
Inside in my mind,
Infiltrator.
You took my heart out from the inside.
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Think twice,
You're paying the price,
Recall the advice,
You chose to ignore,
Be careful what you wish for.
For when the curse is spoken,
You gather darkness before,
You've even a chance to be sure.
He lays the game down.
You’re a piece of the board now.
You're in his house now,
And fallen down at the last round.
Spellbound.
You've made a costly mistake,
This glass you can't break
If only you'd known,
They say there's no place like home,
But at a dead man's party,
You'll be dancing alone.
Dancing alone. Heart of stone.
E X I T G U I D E S
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Floorboards are creaking.
Stairways are sweeping.
Nothing is breathing,
In this house.
Forlorn recallings.
Forgotten recordings.
Night without morning,
In this house.
And once you cried for help,
But you’re trapped inside yourself.
You can't dream if you don't sleep,
And on the mantelpiece,
Your photo's gone.
The ones that you talk to,
You need them to hold you,
But in the arch house no-one hears you.
Statues are weeping.
Hallways are sleeping.
No-one is leaving,
From this house.
And once you cried for help,
But you’re trapped inside yourself.
You can't dream if you don't sleep,
And on the mantelpiece,
Your photo's gone.
The ones that you talk to,
You need them to hold you,
But in the arch house no-one hears you.
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I’m counting all the minutes and I know you won’t admit it.
I’ve seen it, felt it.
Time is precious, and you know you’re wasting mine.
You feel the sweat drip down your neck.
The camera calls for action.
Better than you imagined.
You hear the crowd’s reaction.
When he says she’s wearing cold fashion.
[She’s, wearing cold fashion].
An automated someone and the light that turns to greet it.
I want it, need it.
And here we go, end titles close the show.
You feel the sweat drip down your neck.
The camera calls for action.
Better than you imagined.
You hear the crowd’s reaction.
When he says she’s wearing cold fashion.
[She’s, wearing cold fashion].
And here we go, end titles close the show.
In her hand, at her command.
In her hand, at her command.
[He says she’s wearing cold fashion, she’s wearing cold fashion].
The camera calls for action [wearing cold fashion].
Better than you imagined [wearing cold fashion].
You hear the crowd’s reaction [wearing cold fashion].
When he says she’s wearing cold fashion.
[She’s, wearing cold fashion].
When he says she’s wearing cold fashion.
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All you hear are violins.
They’re watching.
They’re talking.
There’s chatter in the back, and you know.
Your patience is low.
It’s louder.
It’s closer.
You’re looking to escape even though.
There’s nowhere to go.
So you just close your eyes and fall inside again.
The morning news proclaim you’ve lost your mind again, again.
The intermission rolls in, and you know you just can’t win.When the critics arise, with a glint in their eyes, it’s wearing thin.
The intermission rolls in, and you know you're caving in.
Reputation aside, your achievements denied, it begins.
But all you hear are violins.
Applauding.They’re leaving.
Disappointment in the air, and you know.
Momentum is slow.
The papers,
Are printing.
The headlines in the morning will show - ‘It’s nothing nouveau’
[Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha]
So you just close your eyes.
So you just close your eyes and fall inside again.The morning news proclaim you’ve lost your mind again, again.
The intermission rolls in, and you know you just can’t win.
When the critics arise, with a glint in their eyes, it’s wearing thin.
The intermission rolls in, and you know you're caving in.
Reputation aside, your achievements denied, it begins.
[All you hear].
The intermission rolls in, and you know you just can’t win.When the critics arise, with a glint in their eyes, it’s wearing thin.
The intermission rolls in, and you know you're caving in.
Reputation aside, your achievements denied, it begins.
All you hear are violins.
Just violins.
Just violins.
Violins.
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The dust hangs heavy on a stained glass night.
A static TV is our only light.
And for a moment you heard something more.
The moment has gone, just a whisper passing by the door.
I will hide you, with my passions in the back room.
The street signs flicker in the midnight light,
As the gentlemen cheer, to the last, my dear.
The mood is heavy with a darkroom red,A night in alone, only in your head.
And for a moment you see something more.
The moment has gone, just like everything you’d seen before.
I will hide you, with my passions in the back room.The street signs flicker in the midnight light,
As the gentlemen cheer, to the last, my dear.
You know full well where the time goes.
They’re calling to the last, my dear.
You know full well.
They’re calling to the last my dear.
I see a stranger in a monochrome suit.
I will hide you, with my passions in the back room.The street signs flicker in the midnight light,
As the gentlemen cheer, to the last, my dear.
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I said I’d take the stars from the sky.
I said I’d wipe the tears from your eyes.
You leave memoirs on glass.
Your last paragraphs.
You leave memoirs on glass.
You leave no shadow.
Tread softly when the winters arrive.
I’ll be there when you open your eyes.
You leave memoirs on glass.
Your last paragraphs.
You leave memoirs on glass.
You leave no shadow.
I’ll linger when the people will cry.
I’ll kiss you as you say your goodbyes.
You leave memoirs on glass.
Your last paragraphs.
You leave memoirs on glass.
I’ll be your shadow.
I’ll be your shadow.
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She paints the dreams that make you cry,
And goes beyond the question why.
A vacant stare, are you really there?
Perfection hangs on everything.
You’ve never seen her as she is.
An artist flair, felt in the air.
She’s timeless,She’s an art.
Hard wired,
To break your heart.
She’ll tear you apart,
With state of the art,
Desire.
She speaks with words that seem to sing,With pure emotion echoing.
You hold your breath, you should have guessed.
The rumours say she is divine.
Beyond her peers, yet of her time.
And now you know, she won’t let go.
She’s timeless,
She’s an art.
Hard wired,
To break your heart.
She’ll tear you apart,
With state of the art,
Desire.
You’ll fall apart, right from the start.
Right from the start, she’ll break your heart.
And up next we have a beautiful piece of work,
notice the accents of gold across the porcelain veneer.
A true beauty, and a rare one at that.
An embodiment of classic elegance and immortalised refinement.
This fine specimen is one of a kind, a unique asset to any gentleman’s collection.
Going once.
Going twice.
Sold!
You lucky boy.
She’ll tear you apart,
With state of the art,
Desire.
Modern art.
Romantic art.
Gothic art.
Classic art.
She’s an art.
Abstract art.
Classic art.
Modern art.
Avant garde.
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Dancing under stars ‘til late.
Holding you so close to me.
But the choice is made, you’re walking away.
And it’s the last time.
Leaving just our memories.
Everything we used to be.
But the choice is made, you’re walking away.
And it’s the last time.
This is not a stain that can be washed away,
As the night before becomes today.
Like after the party, it’s over.
Dreaming of our happy days.
A promise of forever mine.
But the choice is made, and I can’t make you stay.
It’s the last time.
This is not a stain that can be washed away,
As the night before becomes today.
Like after the party, it’s over.
Like after the party.
It’s over.
It’s over.
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I know you come here, and that you come here alone.
You know where the lost are, and where the time goes.
You always remember, even though it’s been years.
Wine bottles are emptied, to be filled up with tears.
They’re fading in the arcade,Dancing in the hallways tonight.
Dancing in the hallways tonight.
They’re dancing in the arcade,
Fading in the hallways,
No one is ever really gone.
You hold the time, dear. So the moments won’t pass.
Familiar faces, each more than the last.
The moments you spend here, with the last of your peers.
Wine bottles are emptied, as they wash down your fears.
They’re fading in the arcade,
Dancing in the hallways tonight.
Dancing in the hallways tonight.
They’re dancing in the arcade,
Fading in the hallways,
No one is ever really gone.
No one is ever really gone.
They're in the arcade, playing on.
No one is ever really gone.
They're in the arcade, playing on.
[I know you come here].
They’re fading in the arcade,
Dancing in the hallways tonight.
Dancing in the hallways tonight.
They’re dancing in the arcade,
Fading in the hallways,
No one is ever really gone.
No one is ever really gone.
They’re fading in the arcade,
Dancing in the hallways tonight.
They’re in the arcade, playing on.
They’re dancing in the arcade, fading in the hallways.
The memories of the nights, the mirrors and the lights.
No one is ever really gone.
They’re fading in the arcade,
Dancing in the hallways tonight.
They’re in the arcade, playing on.
They’re dancing in the arcade,
Fading in the hallways,
No one is ever really gone.
They're in the arcade, playing on.
No one is ever really gone.
They're in the arcade, playing on.
“i see a stranger in a monochrome suit”
L I V I N G G H O S T S
“You find an old, familiar room. Invite the ghosts to sing to you”
-
Tonight, the world will crumble all around us,
And in my darkest hour, you’re all I could ever need.
Tonight the world will be lost to those around us.
I say my goodbyes,
As we close our eyes.
As the world stops revolving,
I look into your eyes.
As the world stops revolving,
I’m glad it’s you by my side.
As the world stops revolving,
We have such little time.
As the world stops revolving,
I found love at the end of the line.
Friends are all gone, slowly fading away.
Their smiling faces are now echoes of the past.
From red to green, the lights are left far behind.
The future is now uncertain, but how can I be that free?
I look into your eyes,
I see the world as it stops revolving.
I look into your eyes,
I fear the love will never stop.
Sounds and light surround where we lay,
And voices echo across the heavy haze
and the crackle of the fire.
In twisted metal, we were lost within the wreckage of one another.
(It’s overwriting something, it’s a burning car)
And as I held her hand in my own, I knew I had felt a love,
but yet as quickly as it had entered my life, the world stopped it’s turn.
For us alone.
(It’s a burning car)
I look into your eyes.
I found love at the end of the line. -
Nothing, nothing changes, but how you disappoint me.
Pour a drink and take the floor now.
(Lights out!)
Distant party faces, mistakes with no eraser.
You'll always be the last to leave here.
You'll never leave here.
You only came to...
Hold tight, it's a long night.
Watching your footsteps,
Goodnight,
Spotlight.
(Lights out!)
Dance floor, in the tech noir.
Watching your footsteps.
Encore.
Spotlight.
(Lights out!)
Mirrors on a glass floor, this isn't what you came for.
You only came to dance.
Dancing in the backlight, an incandescent midnight.
The monochrome glamour of the disco.
Just a photo.
You only came to...
I engineer my life with perfect composure.
Living, breathing, escaping in the noise.
You see, at night, without the echoing lure of the dark room.
I lay awake, dreaming of Z-list fame and moneyless glory.
Discrete retreat,
Petite heartbeat,
Backseat deceit,
Complete defeat.
Complete defeat,
Discrete retreat,
Retreat.
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You are just a picture, a close up of an image.
Negative reaction, in full screen resolution.
Keep your secret,
In the dark room.
You capture,
A pose by the epitaph that you’ll regret later.
Look closer,
In the back of the photograph; a polaroid stranger.
The perilous feeling that someone’s always watching.
A hidden spectator, developing on paper.
Keep your secret,
In the dark room.
You capture,
A pose by the epitaph that you’ll regret later.
Look closer,
In the back of the photograph; a polaroid stranger.
Spectator,
Polaroid stranger,
You’ll regret later.
You’ll regret later.
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Slowly driving / slowly moving,
Never stopping / never pausing,
Over houses / over buildings,
Always moving / ever closer.
Talk in whispers / in the shadows.
Where the movement / never followed.
Echoes calling / voices falling,
We know the names of everyone.
Slow motion electrocution, a hidden curse remains.
You're like a chemical haunting.
A ghost inside my veins.
Slowly driving / slowly moving,
Never stopping / never pausing,
Over houses / over buildings,
Always moving / ever closer.
Talk in whispers / in the shadows.
Where the movement / never followed.
Echoes calling / voices falling,
We know the names of everyone.
Slow motion electrocution, a hidden curse remains.
You're like a chemical haunting.
A ghost inside my veins.
If I could leave you now I would never forget the pain.
Burning sensations, I'm yours in every way.
-
You don’t know, who you are, where you’ve been.
You’re designed in magazines,
And when your eyes show everything,
Shut them tight.
I can’t bear to see you dream.
A form without passion, my perfect device.
The machines do it better, but it’s all at a price.
Intelligent eloquence, a perfect disguise.
Invented excellence.
You’re rendered irrelevant.
You don’t know, who you are, where you’ve been.
You’re designed in magazines,
And when your eyes show everything,
Shut them tight.
I can’t bear to see you dream.
A face made for fashion, In mirrors and lights.
A stock image model, kiss the camera goodnight.
Goodnight, goodnight.
Wearing leather and tights.
Goodnight, goodnight.
Kiss the camera goodnight.
Goodnight.
And catwalk out.
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I keep a candle for the nights when the lights go out.
I watch the sun depart and leave the sky to darkness.
Beneath the windows are the faces without features,
And in the mirror, the shadows drawing closer.
As the candle goes out,
They give you nothing.
Under street lights in the rain,
I am dissolving, I am dissolving.
As the quiet silently wait, see them smile.
Under street lights in the rain,
I am dissolving, I am dissolving.
As the quiet silently wait, see them smile.
Hiding in the dark they're waiting for us to fall.
And in the mist, the shadows drawing closer.
They give you nothing.
Under street lights in the rain,
I am dissolving, I am dissolving.
As the quiet silently wait, see them smile.
Under street lights in the rain,
I am dissolving, I am dissolving.
As the quiet silently wait, see them smile.
Under street lights, in the rain.
-
The curtain calls,
You copywrite black and white visions.
In echoed halls,
The city is hidden superstition.
A fluorescent night,
Under metallic light.
Make your exit.
This is your last communication,
Cassette conversations.
Cassette conversations.Making your final observation,
Cassette conversations.
Cassette conversations.I watch the light fade from your eyes.
Forget your name,
A telephone ringing on the concrete.
A lover’s game (through window panes),
The nightlife moving to a drumbeat.You close your eyes,
Goodbyes, apologise.
Take your exit.
This is your last communication,
Cassette conversations.
Cassette conversations.Making your final observation,
Cassette conversations.
Cassette conversations.I watch the light fade from your eyes.
They idolize (scandalize),
The champagne drinking in the sunrise.
You recognize (romanticize),
And vanish.
You hold a cigarette, silhouette.
You hold a cigarette, silhouette.
-
We watch you cry as the monuments tumble.
A shadow of your empires left crumbled.
You jolt with death to awake.
And we run into the empty streets below.
The departed left you ruin, an empty void of visions.
The dreamers left betrayed, they will pay for your decisions.
Every morning you haunt me so softly, softly.
As fragments of my memory fade into grey.
The evening draws to a violent ending.
You jolt with death to awake.
We see the wreckage of our last reprisal.
The departed left you ruin, an empty void of visions.
The dreamers left betrayed, they will pay for your decisions.
Every morning you haunt me so softly, softly.
As fragments of my memory fade into grey.
In my dreams a girl is calling my name.
In flashes of light, they tear her away.
Every morning on the floor, I jolt with death to awake.
As fragments of my memory fade into grey.
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The snow has settled once again.
A feeling I can’t comprehend.
I take a moment to reflect,
And view my life in retrospect.
My heart from you, I disconnect.
An artifact to my regret.
You watch the credits of your life.
The moments passed you by.
Left you behind.
These are the pictures of my friends.
And just for now I can pretend.
Their photographs above the stairs.
A souvenir of my despair.
I could be the perfect host,
But I’m the last one at the party.
You watch the credits of your life.
The moments passed you by.
Left you behind.
You find an old familiar room,
Invite the ghosts to sing to you.
Invite the ghosts to sing to you.
A cinematic showcase, in photographic embrace.
A cinematic showcase.
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Credits roll on a silver screen,
Prepare your coat and leave your seat.
Place a kiss upon my cheek.
And I watch you leave, from the promenade.
A young man has died today following a tragic incident involving an automobile.
His next of kin have been notified, and a police inquiry has been launched.
The crowds parade where our footprints lie.
The hours we lost amongst the tide.
The lighthouse burns an endless light,
Yet still you left, from the promenade cinema.
I lay myself beneath the waves,
A distant choir of music plays.
I see the sky and watch it fade.
Just glimmers from the old arcade.
A ghostly sight above the bay,
I breathe a sigh and make my way.
Our figures dancing in the haze,
As we leave, from the promenade cinema.