Thursday - A Gun In The First Act - text písně

I saw you standing with a broken cigarette
Out in the rain.
I guess all our lives are a little less than they seem.
Now you're praying to the memory
Of a god you use to love
(A reminder of his death hanging low
Around your neck.)
Do you find sleep comes easy
Dancing with the empty silhouette of everything?
Our waking lives are just the dreams of our dreams.
Standing in the city asking what it's all for but
There's nothing in this world
That giving meaning makes it more:
The louder the ring, the less the thing.

When we see black clouds coming over our heads
Over our heads
Then we know where it's ending;
A loaded gun hanging over our heads
We already know the way it ends

Screaming from a stage or at a pay-phone in the rain
Trying to find the words I always think I need to say
Please, bring it back to the moment before you left
I never felt the sting.
The louder the ring, the less the thing.
Break, break, break it down
Back to the way that it was before
When symbols weren't just loaded guns
And black clouds weren't just metaphors
Bring, bring, bring it back
Back to the way that it was before:
Empty all the loaded guns and bury all the metaphors
Now we're going around in a place
That makes no sound
Where names never fit
And nothing ever means a thing

Přidal: semir11 dne 29. 04. 2011 v 17:13.
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