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Lyrics : Coldest Days of August
Coldest Days of August
(Chorus)
Maybe I just want to live above this,
Time is wasting,
I'm swimming through all that I can bear,
And you're deaf as always.
I back out, just to leave her apartment,
And I hold on, just to see her smiling,
And I know I might be right..
The Coldest Days of August
(Verse 1)
The sheets are white as are the walls,
They are no different from the last time,
That I was here.
Tracing Emotion like a line of something real,
Is of no meaning
To a ghost consumed by fear.
Tear down these walls,
Combat your smile with my resentment,
Holding back is an echo
I refuse to realize.
Confusion reigns until I understand
That tragedy took the last hand
I had left to drive…
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
The rise and fall of a simple life,
Now stands replaced by the mix of trials,
And the beautiful dream that lives inside.
It's a shame that most can't hear
Those songs that extend beyond our ear
And see scenes that reach beyond our
Straining eyes.
Your irony was stunning with no direction or proper cause,
Until your presence lit the way to where I belong.
I look back fondly now, not because I miss your hollow shell,
But solely for the the lesson amidst the wrong…
(Chorus x 2)
(Chorus)
Maybe I just want to live above this,
Time is wasting,
I'm swimming through all that I can bear,
And you're deaf as always.
I back out, just to leave her apartment,
And I hold on, just to see her smiling,
And I know I might be right..
The Coldest Days of August
(Verse 1)
The sheets are white as are the walls,
They are no different from the last time,
That I was here.
Tracing Emotion like a line of something real,
Is of no meaning
To a ghost consumed by fear.
Tear down these walls,
Combat your smile with my resentment,
Holding back is an echo
I refuse to realize.
Confusion reigns until I understand
That tragedy took the last hand
I had left to drive…
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
The rise and fall of a simple life,
Now stands replaced by the mix of trials,
And the beautiful dream that lives inside.
It's a shame that most can't hear
Those songs that extend beyond our ear
And see scenes that reach beyond our
Straining eyes.
Your irony was stunning with no direction or proper cause,
Until your presence lit the way to where I belong.
I look back fondly now, not because I miss your hollow shell,
But solely for the the lesson amidst the wrong…
(Chorus x 2)
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