Paroles: Static Age (The). Blank Screens. Trauma.

A window and a room
it's all i have and all i need
babies now in bloom
and no one whispers softly
i don't know
why i care
i guess i should
and here we are
right back where we started
can't break what's ours
even if we don't want it now
though we try so hard
just to make it painless
there is always blood
a figure and a girl
august years will remind me
of those once forward views
i guess we learn to live with dying
it all comes down
to sex or love
i hate to choose
and here we are
right back where we started
can't break what's ours
even if we don't want it now
though we try so hard
just to make it painless
there is always blood
here's a lie
i confess
every time i gave less
how else could you love me
with every part in between
stuck along blood red seams
a lifetime of smoke screen
the feeling comes again
and i don't want to look
it's on and it's over
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