Post by clandestine on Nov 27, 2006 13:23:07 GMT -5
(AFI - "Sing the Sorrow")
Now The World
Summer I painted, a scene, that lit the stars for me,
Said, "I can erase it for you dear."
That summer created, those words, that came to life in three,
They were denied by you.
Summer I laid down, below, the glitter adorned night,
And silently sparkled, my own way.
Summer I laid down, by you, and shared my frail light,
You gave the dark to me.
I looked inside,
(I)
To find,
(Wanted)
The one I sent away.
(To insinuate)
I nearly froze, when I stepped inside,
(I)
To find,
(Remain)
The flowers turned to Grey.
(I self mutilate)
I closed my eyes, and kissed them one last time.
Summer a morning, so pale, alone when they found me,
As I remained sleeping, I heard them say,
"This summer created, a boy, of abject misery."
He was designed by you.
(He was designed by you)
I looked inside,
(I)
To find,
(Wanted)
The one I sent away.
(To insinuate)
I nearly froze, when I stepped inside,
(I)
To find,
(Remain)
The flowers turned to Grey.
(And self mutilate)
I closed my eyes, and kissed them..
So like a lost child,
I will hide.
And like lost lie,
I will find.
Find a way to return to the ones who made me,
Cover your eyes and we'll die together.
Will you fly for me,
Will you fly for me,
Or will you cry with me?
Will you fly for me,
Will you fly for me,
Or will you cry with me?
Will you cry for me,
(I've been a lonely one)
Will you fly for me,
(I've had this whole world)
Or will you die with me?
(Drained from me)
Will you cry for me,
(Am I the only one)
Will you fly for me,
(I've had this world)
Or will you die with me?
(Drained from me, drained from me.)
Summer I painted, a scene, that lit the stars for me,
Said, "I can erase it for you dear."
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We held hands on the last night on earth.
Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees,
screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves.
It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated
along the bottom of the river.
So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea
and the shattered seasons lay,
and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease.
In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes
of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn
as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop.
The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime.
I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked
if you would accompany me in a quick fall,
but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two.
I rode alone.
You said, "The cinders are falling like snow."
There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty,
bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.
Of blue and grey.
Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city.
The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon
and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward,
and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched
into the earth like a message.
Now The World
Summer I painted, a scene, that lit the stars for me,
Said, "I can erase it for you dear."
That summer created, those words, that came to life in three,
They were denied by you.
Summer I laid down, below, the glitter adorned night,
And silently sparkled, my own way.
Summer I laid down, by you, and shared my frail light,
You gave the dark to me.
I looked inside,
(I)
To find,
(Wanted)
The one I sent away.
(To insinuate)
I nearly froze, when I stepped inside,
(I)
To find,
(Remain)
The flowers turned to Grey.
(I self mutilate)
I closed my eyes, and kissed them one last time.
Summer a morning, so pale, alone when they found me,
As I remained sleeping, I heard them say,
"This summer created, a boy, of abject misery."
He was designed by you.
(He was designed by you)
I looked inside,
(I)
To find,
(Wanted)
The one I sent away.
(To insinuate)
I nearly froze, when I stepped inside,
(I)
To find,
(Remain)
The flowers turned to Grey.
(And self mutilate)
I closed my eyes, and kissed them..
So like a lost child,
I will hide.
And like lost lie,
I will find.
Find a way to return to the ones who made me,
Cover your eyes and we'll die together.
Will you fly for me,
Will you fly for me,
Or will you cry with me?
Will you fly for me,
Will you fly for me,
Or will you cry with me?
Will you cry for me,
(I've been a lonely one)
Will you fly for me,
(I've had this whole world)
Or will you die with me?
(Drained from me)
Will you cry for me,
(Am I the only one)
Will you fly for me,
(I've had this world)
Or will you die with me?
(Drained from me, drained from me.)
Summer I painted, a scene, that lit the stars for me,
Said, "I can erase it for you dear."
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Untitled
We held hands on the last night on earth.
Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees,
screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves.
It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated
along the bottom of the river.
So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea
and the shattered seasons lay,
and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease.
In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes
of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn
as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop.
The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime.
I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked
if you would accompany me in a quick fall,
but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two.
I rode alone.
You said, "The cinders are falling like snow."
There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty,
bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.
Of blue and grey.
Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city.
The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon
and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward,
and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched
into the earth like a message.