Songtexte: Reverie Sound Revue. An Anniversary Away.
So we rose, too close;
overexposed, the wide whites of eyes, we dried...
to keep safe all the keepsakes that we hide.
In and out
of season, warm armed
sleeves do harm the skin;
We waste on lost wishes we cannot win.
So you pinched rose
the parts that you hold,
in swollen palms;
The charms, in blood, warm a frozen bell's alarm.
On, undone,
the song rings wrong...
with pleas for keys, I turn to hear you sing a false reprise.
Calls, calls, echoes fall; an anniversary away...
Calls, calls, echoes fall; an anniversary away...
Calls, calls, echoes stall... an anniversary away;
and save all these hours that we wait.
To start murmured hearts,
and amplify the marks;
From questions left to scar...
the patterns I depart.
For beds better made, in a city to be named,
by the one with the face, I tried to escape.
Our lost wishes know we cannot chase.
One played calm; a song strings along
the pleas for keys; I turn to hear you sing a false reprise.
Of errors made, in short; sprints to safer shores,
far from troubled lure... of the head I adore.
To save sealed mouths, in letters I misspelled;
What signs can only tell, take care if it helps.
Start murmured hearts, and amplify the marks
from questions left to scar, the patterns I depart.
For beds better made, in a city to be named
by the one with the face; I tried to escape...
I tried to escape.
overexposed, the wide whites of eyes, we dried...
to keep safe all the keepsakes that we hide.
In and out
of season, warm armed
sleeves do harm the skin;
We waste on lost wishes we cannot win.
So you pinched rose
the parts that you hold,
in swollen palms;
The charms, in blood, warm a frozen bell's alarm.
On, undone,
the song rings wrong...
with pleas for keys, I turn to hear you sing a false reprise.
Calls, calls, echoes fall; an anniversary away...
Calls, calls, echoes fall; an anniversary away...
Calls, calls, echoes stall... an anniversary away;
and save all these hours that we wait.
To start murmured hearts,
and amplify the marks;
From questions left to scar...
the patterns I depart.
For beds better made, in a city to be named,
by the one with the face, I tried to escape.
Our lost wishes know we cannot chase.
One played calm; a song strings along
the pleas for keys; I turn to hear you sing a false reprise.
Of errors made, in short; sprints to safer shores,
far from troubled lure... of the head I adore.
To save sealed mouths, in letters I misspelled;
What signs can only tell, take care if it helps.
Start murmured hearts, and amplify the marks
from questions left to scar, the patterns I depart.
For beds better made, in a city to be named
by the one with the face; I tried to escape...
I tried to escape.
Reverie Sound Revue
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