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I´m an item on a list.
Something to accomplish.
The ever-growing density of time and space.
No sexual release,
No deep and inner peace.
Not anything to hold you to the impossible world.
The devil owns our fallen world.
I'm all cracked up
And broken down.
I'm that sinking feeling
Of leaving town.
You're the empty space.
You're nicotine.
You’re the anesthetic.
My fucked up sleep routine.
The devil owns our fallen world.
Oh, all I wish I'd done.
Is to get beyond the guilt and pain,
To take the punch.
And all I ever did
is spend the nights
Talking myself to meaninglessness.
Meaninglessness.
Meaninglessness.
Oh, I talked myself to meaningless.
Meaninglessness.
Meaninglessness.
Please talk me into meaning.
The devil owns our fallen world.
And I cut my hair,
Got cold under the blade.
Oh tell me where
These words go when they’re said.
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Stronger Than Me
03:21
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Ever since the day they took the body away
Her hopes fell silent.
She bit the apple and was left for dead,
Defiant.
She was a fuse that broke the dark and lit the way.
She meant every word she said.
She's the closing that he couldn´t find
In dark nights. Saying:
"All you´ve got to be is stronger than me.
And all I´ve left to do is confide in you."
Small hands. Wet eyes.
Have been forgotten.
Drowned in dust.
Deaf ears. Closed mouths
Is where we lost them.
(Long enough)
They´ve been listening for a lifetime
But still don't understand
That all they ever do is pretend.
She said:
"Time is not a river but a boat lost at see
That comes full circle back to me.
That comes full circle back to me."
"All you´ve got to be is stronger than me.
And all I´ve left to do is confide in you".
"Time is not a river but a boat lost at see
That comes full circle back to me."
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3. |
Ambulance
03:34
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The lights burned down.
Don't you love the sound?
The sedative buzzing
Of my words
Signifying nothing?
The bang and whimper.
Gods lonely call.
All you hold dear
Is to rise and fall.
And I've stuck electrodes to what should be alive.
I know hope dies last, oh, but lastly it dies.
Can’t seem to see you as a white rose or a halo over me.
We fell from grace.
Beneath the bottom line of things unsaid:
The remnants of our terrible mistakes.
The shape that love takes when it freezes up.
I spent half a year setting fires with my brittle hands.
We are crawling in circles.
We're circles in circles.
We're lighting wild fires,
Extinguishing flames.
We're the hope and ruin.
We're holding on tighter,
Pushing us away.
We're circles and circles and circles in us.
Always breaking down. Constantly rebuilding.
Always breaking down. Constantly rebuilding.
Oh, I've stuck electrodes to what should be alive.
I know hope dies last, oh, but lastly it dies.
Can’t seem to see you as a white rose or a halo over me.
We’ll fall from grace again.
Oh, I can't feel a pulse of what's dead like the night.
I know hope dies last but I've seen its faded eyes.
Can’t seem to see you as a white rose or a halo over me.
We fell from grace.
We're circles in circles.
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On A Grave
03:53
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My narrow limits. My lack of confidence.
My endless great, great powerlessness.
My deep desires and short sight.
I'll sit, be quiet and listen.
Turned myself down a notch, cranked you up a lot.
That's of no use when the speakers are falling apart.
You said you would not leave till I'm in a cold dark grave.
Oh, I still picture tombstones wearing our pretty names.
You'd put your head through the wall.
I'd pick you up when you'd fall.
Thought we could be
A glaring guiding light for all the world to see.
My smile's a skeleton grin.
Killed such a beautiful thing.
I doubt that God
Would sacrifice another son for us.
I felt my body lose the control
A million cigarettes ago.
The hopes and fears from all these years
Are here with us tonight.
They are taking shapes and given names
Until the morning light.
You'd put your head through the wall
I'd pick you up when you'd fall
Thought we could be
A glaring guiding light for all the world to see.
My smile's a skeleton grin.
Killed such a beautiful thing.
I doubt that God
would sacrifice another son for us.
What kind of bastard nails his child to the cross?
Better to be angry than nothing at all.
Better to be gone when the curtain calls.
It's the tiniest things that keep life interesting
Like an airplane crash or a school shooting.
The danger is you don't resist.
The danger is you die like this.
Oh, I won’t wait for what time may bring.
The way out is the way in.
The way out is the way in.
Our pretty names carved on a grave.
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5. |
Gallows
03:12
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Silence,
The royal cul-de-sac.
It shatters you to pieces,
Slowly breaks your neck.
And all the sweating,
All the shivering we’ve done is worthless.
Longing for a warmth that only fire can give.
You're just as dead, bring on the gasoline.
We're burning to be seen.
Your soup has gone cold. My drink’s warmed up.
Is anyone listening? Cause I think you’re not.
It's this mediocrity of everything
That keeps my eyes shut in the morning.
I´ve seen you
Busy putting holes into the ground.
Making seeds grow to be gallows
To let your fears hang down.
And the cops won't come in time to stop you leaving.
You caught me blind in your headlights.
Come find me on the other side.
Silence.
A hallow victory.
Can’t really say how one tells it from defeat.
It’s been a long job piecing this together, love,
A whole that must spell "Death To Us".
We must burn. We must burn.
Drown in the heat.
I´ve seen you
Busy putting holes into the ground.
Making seeds grow to be gallows
To let your fears hang down.
And the cops won't come in time to stop you leaving.
You caught me blind in your headlights.
Come find me on the other side.
And I've seen you
Busy putting pins into my eyes
So I can't see where you´re going
Once we´ve said goodbye.
And the cops can go to hell and take us with them.
You caught me blind in your headlights.
I’ll see you in another life.
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6. |
Towards The Light
04:21
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Dark clouds are closing in again.
Wild thunder calls with heavy rain.
You know the calm before the storm.
The devil's running through your veins.
You pick the fight, you’ve crossed the blades.
The lights are down, but not out.
I know you’re not dead cause you will stand up.
I know you’re not dying cause the dead lie down.
I know you’re not dead cause you will stand up.
Let me be your ultrasound
In the midnight-hour.
It's everything in this world that ain't simple.
It's hardest fucking thing to do.
And the day your tender heart starts pumping blood
A thousand doors’ve already shut.
But you kick ‘em in and you walk right through.
Go walk right fucking through.
This feeling's been here forever.
And it'll stay until the day you die.
But hell, you'll beat it every time.
It's everything in this world that ain't simple.
It's hardest fucking thing to do.
And the day your tender heart starts pumping blood
A thousand doors’ve already shut.
But you kick 'em in and you walk right through.
Go walk right fucking through.
How do we prepare for the times to come?
How do we find peace with what has been done?
How do we react when it all looks the same?
Forever working towards change.
Chained to the dark
we drag ourselves towards the light.
Chained to the dark
we try to build a better life.
Till the end of history.
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7. |
Night Children
03:25
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The morning I did not wake up
Cause I hadn’t closed my eyes
The darkness stayed, our wasted lives
Chased us through the night.
I found a way out of life.
A death that is keeping me alive.
The line is drawn, the curse is cast
And I will guide my shoes
Not with a broken heart
But to the heart of what is broken in you.
(and it cut me too.)
The shame is for ourselves.
The past is something you can't take away.
The shame is for ourselves.
Our disappointments wear each other’s names.
The morning I did not wake up,
Like graveyards over ground:
Surrounded by a thousand people
When at the same time you're alone.
The night I didn’t close my eyes,
Like graveyards over ground:
Surrounded by a thousand people
When at the same time you're alone.
I found a way out of life.
A death that is keeping me alive.
I saw you turn off the lights.
Dried up the water alright.
We stand alone.
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8. |
Love Invisible
03:24
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The year passed.
Unforgiving. Inexorable.
We dragged ourselves around the sun.
Impossible.
Oh, one fine day, you grow together
And one fine day, it ends forever.
Calm me down.
Gravity, pull
My drifting feet to the ground.
Make me conquer my own silence.
Send me empty into the night.
I said I’d be your light.
But I can’t be this time.
Just show me one thing in this hollow world
That is exactly just what you think it is.
Between ideas
And reality there falls a shadow.
And our shadows are casting shadows.
Calm me down.
Gravity, pull
My drifting feet to the ground.
The only pain I enjoy is self-inflicted.
Not old barren wounds or crawling sickness.
Go, sub-consciousness, intervene, do your part and what’s required.
Oh, I would walk away and shed my skin
If these memories were quiet.
Shed my skin.
Take me in.
Shed my skin.
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Cold Smoke
02:46
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You've got me feeling like cold smoke.
The ghost of something that burned long ago.
And I´m understanding hope
As a concept that you preach before you go.
The first word leads to the second.
The second to a line.
The line leads me give it up this time.
It’s just another crack, yeah.
One thing you should have said.
One more one last time not coming back.
Like corpses in mortuaries
We are laid out in bed.
Looking vast asleep
While we’re already dead.
Dressed up,
Still here somehow.
Soon the be coffin-bound
And six feet in the ground.
You've got me feeling like cold smoke.
The ghost of something that burned long ago.
And I´m understanding hope
As a concept that you preach before you go.
Before you go.
Like piano-wire, cyanide and guillotine.
Oblivion is baring its rotten teeth.
And everything you say
Sounds like death to me.
These dull words wrap around my neck.
But you’re just as dead.
You've got me feeling like cold smoke.
The ghost of something that burned long ago.
And I´m understanding hope
As a concept that you preach before you go.
We burned long ago.
Too damn long ago.
All we breathe is smoke.
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10. |
Crosses In The Distance
02:51
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When my father dies I stand alone before death.
I hope I have constructed myself for this.
Not sure I’m contributing, uncertain I’ve progressed.
Two worlds that coexist in everything that I am.
Waste your life.
Come watch the years go by.
Waste your life
Till we’re nothing but dust in wet eyes.
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11. |
Waking Up
04:20
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We could've stood there waiting till the light had gone.
We set our conscience on fire. We’re wasted young.
Now I broke my bones, I’ll leave them here.
Come trap me in your camera before I disappear.
Deep down, deep down. Beneath the violence of words
We spoke half a language that no one had heard.
What are we to do with all this future?
How are we to fill the years?
Can't sleep them away.
Waking up - Staring in the darkness waiting for a sign.
Waking up - You hope you'll grow into this haunted after-life.
Waking up - With all the motions that you started at an end.
Waking up - Wishing the dead could just start breathing again.
Are you losing the taste?
Have we come apart in the atmosphere?
With no pressure and no gravitation
Holding us together, we disappeared.
Are you losing the taste?
Have we come apart in the atmosphere?
With no pressure and no goddamn gravitation
Our bodies are bound to disappear.
Corrode me. Dissolve me.
Split my atoms and turn me into light.
Sleep it all away.
Waking up - Staring in the darkness waiting for a sign.
Waking up - You hope you'll grow into this haunted after-life.
Waking up - With all the motions that you stared at an end.
Waking up - Wishing the dead could just start breathing again.
Breathing again.
You're not the only one.
You know the devil sat by my bedside.
You’re not the only one.
You know the devil sang me to sleep.
Waking up
Picking up the pieces where we dropped them.
They amount to nothing
If we can’t break through the rage.
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