NEW KILLERS in TOWN
BECAUSE WORDS MATTER
Special is the name of several flames
(So special)
Why do you feel so alive? – (No I'm faking)
You're special - like I'm falling
From the rye - is where I saw you asleep
Special is the name of several flames that keep on shining as they're fainting at night.
Special is a tale of some mistakes that didn't feel like selling their child to greedy eyes
And swallow hollow desires.
Why do you feel so alive? - (No I'm faking)
You're special - like in my purest dreams
I was blind - and didn't need to see
Special is the name of several flames that keep on shining as
they're fainting at night
Special is a tale of some mistakes that didn't feel like selling their
child to greedy eyes
And swallow hollow desires.
So complicated and know why
I feel frustrated and so what?
Why?
You keep building these walls?
Why?
Back to reality...
Somewhere to hide, and escape the light, of every smell you still force me to breathe.
buildings broken down and built again
walls to keep me bitter and concentrated
on this world that never stops rotating
and your icons you’re still cunningly shaping
this pain I feel inside remains the same
in every single dream I still dream in vain
as all heads were bound to blow
reaching the end of this road
fine, baby I don’t mind
just switching channels to keep concentrated
Somewhere to hide, and escape your light
‘ve seen all their hopes reaching for the sky
in this consumptional paradise
I’ll find some place beyond, look out
fire screens may still break out around this small house on the countryside
bridges’ve been built to communicate
with all the people trying to escape this mascarade
on this screen that never stops refreshing
as my dreams are currently drowning in dead air
this pain I feel inside remains the same
in every single dream I still dream in vain
as all heads were bound to blow
reaching the end of this road
fine, baby I don’t mind
just switching channels to keep concentrated
Somewhere to hide, and escape your light
‘ve seen all their hopes reaching for the sky
in this consumptional paradise
I’ll find some place beyond, look out
fire screens may still break out around this small house on the countryside
If this is life, I don’t want it, I don’t want your glittering eyes
If this is life, I don’t want it, I don’t want your glittering eyes
Another try to feel?
It’s just you and me on the mirrorside