How I Became Invisible
Only Lovers Left Alive
The moment's passed again,
and the music gives the answers
that we know we'll never say.
So we go on in this apartment,
the silence filling spaces
that I brought with me.
And this bottle's feeling sorry,
and my stomach's feeling empty,
and the moments just go on by.
All the drinks are in the past tense
and the words won't make a difference,
so I guess we'll let them lie.
Somehow, this doesn't mean a thing,
this knowing that we're on a moving train
to last year, and the old fears
just mean we're still the same.
Starry eyes and sterile needles,
we drink and then repeat it:
the mistakes I'll make again.
My stomach turns into a regret
and I am dressed in disappointment.
Do you think you feel the same?
Little pills and all the rest of
every hour I get the best of,
Letras de cancionesit doesn't add up to a thing.
I pass out and wake beside you
in the empty hospital room,
and I still don't feel a thing.
Stay up later every night,
I don't want a fight now every time
that the silence eats our moments,
and all our stars burn out and die.
Another day, another distance,
another time I'll never miss this;
another slow decaying sunrise.
And we'll drink ourselves to sleep and
wake up older and depleted.
We don't sleep, we just close our eyes
and count the stars
in our empty bottled skies.
From Letras Mania