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Death cab for cutie

 





( Prerequisite: You might wanna listen to the song first )


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Pretty lies,

I never thought this light would die;

When someday it would make me cry

To recall the weight of your words .


I'll sit strong,

In my castle of dried rose thorns

From garden of broken homes

Burying flowers i couldn't ever earn.


Candlelight,

The wax melting burns my thighs,

You sit and then paint me skies 

Of a life, i never yearned.


If heaven and hell decide

That they can no longer try,

I'll drop the melting candle

For a wild forest fire.

But here's no-one around me

As my soul burns to cries,

Will you follow me into the dark?


Blood soaked gowns

As evil as this mute town

Where everyone just looks down

To both of my bruising knees. 


But you and me,

Have felt everything to feel

From teardrops to infant dreams

And the bits of paper crowns.


Sewing down,

Your nails turned to earthly brown,

From dyeing my dream red gown

Into your favourite shade of blue.


If heaven and hell decide

That this light won't ever suffice,

I'll throw all my daggers just to lay by your side 

But there's noone to run to

As the fire comes back 

So i'm stepping up into the dark .


Love of mine ,

Someday I won't try 

I'll sit with my skin grazed, dry

Even in a warm flooded room


But don't you lose 

Anything that I ever gave you

'Cause somewhere in my snow globe rooms

We were holding each other too.


If heaven and hell decide 

That they both reached some deadline

I'll walk into the tunnels lit by

Just moonlight

But there's someone who stops me 

Before i burn their signs 


You , followed me into the dark .






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(P.s.- I'll keep updating)




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