WE NEVER LEARNED TO LIVE все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

I jump away but the water keeps me afloat. Suspending me for long enough to turn around and see the cliffs without the rope. Give me the light to see the rocks where I'm destined to lay. And though my wings may fall away, the sea will crash and find its way to whisper our freedom and scream our captivity. If you look beyond the diamonds, you will find the rocks. I thought we had jumped away. Drifting with direction. But we are barely afloat. Drowning in the translucency.

We Share the feet of crows like a meal before a hanging. We share this silence like a toast to our distant guilt. Now we walk, searching for the sails of the sane. From the end to end of this ship; endlessly, hopelessly unstable. And if you push my head underwater. we will drown together and dye the sea blue. We will drown together and make the sea unstable.

If I could place a picture frame around my 23 years. I'd nail a compass to the top. Then I'd push it out into the ocean and tell the waves to never stop. No you never stop. Maybe one day I'd find it through the mist, washed up with all the fucking guilt that I thought I'd forgot. With its broken arms still pointing to you. How could it not? In our soul, she eats away our fears (Oh conscience, how can I stray?). So are my eyes open or just staring in to nothing? I'm looking at the compass, but all the arms fall away. I'm looking at the ink stains resemble all the things that I was too afraid to say. These vessels of guilt; torn tight and severed at the seams. I find myself looking for circles in squares, and squares within emptiness, and emptiness within loneliness. I find myself replaying the same old memories, replaying the same old treacheries, replaying the same old tragedies. I find myself hating, I find myself sure, I find myself replaying, I find myself guilt. I find myself remembering, I find myself hurt. I find myself turning to the old familiar paper tongues.

With these cuts on our hands
We let the strings slip through our wet palms

We stand in broken circles
and watch as they become like masquerades.
We mask the days; We're empty hollow shells deflecting pain.
With your weathered hands you draw me in,
Always pretending it was never our choice to make