INTRO:
the apple never falls far from the tree
this basement called my mind is a locked cemetery
VERSE ONE:
my fingers are itching
to paint a brighter landscape
but the brush slips through,
the canvas splits into two
as my hands shake
we learn to settle for less,
we fiddle with our handmade violins
we climb above the rest
just to be blinded by the sunset
CHORUS:
the world can move on without you just fine, but why should i?
the loveliest scenery i can paint is my life,
because you're in it
they say I'm the spitting image of the lava of the volcano i erupted from
you're like the many i've outwitted
i insist, you envisage, a sinless image... of me
VERSE TWO:
suffocating silence keeps me pinned against the wall,
the corner of the room, the unifying fall
are my glasses smudged?
or is the world really as imperfect as i thought it was?
i raised my hand over the sea of burdens
praying you'd pick me out of the hands many, to save
(CHORUS)
BRIDGE:
i repeat to myself every night...
i can't become someone, i've only just escaped from
i can't be the tornado that blew my house away
i can't be the fire tasting flesh as it rests above me,
just like how i once burned in the flames
when we're face to face
i'm talking to a ghost
when you walk away
i follow
(CHORUS)
OUTRO:
the apple never falls far from the tree
i'm alive, your dead,
like i said, my mind's a cemetery
YOU ARE READING
CLOCKWORK.
Şiirtravel back in time with me - dedicated to the times when my heart was overflowing with love.
