Songtexte: Reverie Sound Revue. An Anniversary Away (rough mix).
So we rose, too close, overexposed in light, whys of eyes, we tried, to keep safe all the keepsakes we hide.
In and out, the season, one arm, sleeps to harm the skin, we waste on laws wishes we cannot win.
So you constrose the parts that you hold in swollen palms
the charms and blood, warm or frozen bells alarm
On and on the song wells round, with pleas for keys;
I turn to hear you sing a false reprieve.
Calls, calls, echo is fall, an anniversary away,
(Calls, calls, echo a star, an anniversary away)
And save all things, hours that we weighed.
To spark in manner of hearts, and amplify the mind
From questions left to scar the plans I do hide,
What bets men have made, in the city to be named
By no one with a face, I try to escape.
Our last wishes know we cannot chase
One, played calm, the song strings belong,
But please, for keys,
I turn to hear you sing a false reprieve.
But there is made, im sure, splints to safely show us
Of them, traveller, of the head I adore.
To say you see a mouse, and letters I must spend,
what sides can only tell, they get you through Hell
To spark in manner of hearts, and amplify the mind
From questions left to scar the platforms I depart.
The bets men have made, in the city to be named
By no one with a face; I try to escape.
I try to escape.
In and out, the season, one arm, sleeps to harm the skin, we waste on laws wishes we cannot win.
So you constrose the parts that you hold in swollen palms
the charms and blood, warm or frozen bells alarm
On and on the song wells round, with pleas for keys;
I turn to hear you sing a false reprieve.
Calls, calls, echo is fall, an anniversary away,
(Calls, calls, echo a star, an anniversary away)
And save all things, hours that we weighed.
To spark in manner of hearts, and amplify the mind
From questions left to scar the plans I do hide,
What bets men have made, in the city to be named
By no one with a face, I try to escape.
Our last wishes know we cannot chase
One, played calm, the song strings belong,
But please, for keys,
I turn to hear you sing a false reprieve.
But there is made, im sure, splints to safely show us
Of them, traveller, of the head I adore.
To say you see a mouse, and letters I must spend,
what sides can only tell, they get you through Hell
To spark in manner of hearts, and amplify the mind
From questions left to scar the platforms I depart.
The bets men have made, in the city to be named
By no one with a face; I try to escape.
I try to escape.
Reverie Sound Revue
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