Stories And Comets
Hang Yourself
As we turn the light
We'll try and breathe new life into a movement
That became so static in your wake
But still we'll hold onto those things that made us blue and realise why static held what it did for you
And what it held for me
As we turn the light we'll try and lead our lives into a freedom that became so clear in your wake
But still we'll hold onto these things that made us blue and realise what it did for you
And what it held for me
Do you think we're dying to be you and hang ourselves with the rope you led us to?
From Letras Mania