domenica 20 ottobre 2013

Denim Patches by Blaenavon



The smoke has gone from my soul
Left all rise
You never said I would be surprised if
You took your things and went to run
You knew that we did would come undone
And I would wait endlessly for you

To take this moment to think
What might have been
What might have been for you
To take this moment to think
What might have been
What might have been for you

Why would you wait for him to sin
I could have splat right from the sin
This is not something you can have denim patches

… would sleep away
You knew would all seem so day to day
Until you finally find the time to

Take this moment to think
What might have been
What might have been for you
To take this moment to think
What might have been
What might have been for you

(Wait for me)



mercoledì 16 ottobre 2013

Prague by Blaenavon




They'll steal your soul’s
And turn them into gold
While the village of them all
Made cities out of homes

But it's you I said
You keep running through my head
I swear it so
Longing for the wild
In innocence of a child
In the end of a tribe
And the start of the crimes

But these blood red skies
Cover my eyes
From the sleepless nights
And a haunted life

But it's you I said
You keep running through my head
I swear it so

Cause there are voices in my head
People screaming you’re not dead
I’m not sure

These kingdoms in my veins
Last playing children’s game
It’s oh so obscure

But it's you I said
You keep running through my head
I swear so