all those papers, those words
and we still act like there's nothing that's been said
nothing that we've ever done and i still act like i've lost something
but i have and i couldn't, i couldn't get over it
all those lies, everyone around, i've said it once before
i'm sick and tired of every single word
"i know how you feel" how can you, how can you, how can you?
so sick of this, it's becoming normal to me
and now the song it starts over, it starts over to the same track
and I can't help myself singing the lyrics "i'll go wherever you will go"
i came too close
it shot me down
i came too close
i drowned in this
i came too close
i died in this
i came too close
i miss your touch
i came too close
i wore this burden
i came too close
well it ached then and i swear it still aches now
it's never been this quiet, i can still hear your voice
i know it's better off this way
but i would like to know if you ever think of me
i've tried to keep away, i've tried to
i know i don't own you, i might never
and i have no right to feel
maybe i would hear the sound of the rain instead of your voice
An inspired triumph for the best post-hardcore in existence right now. The musicianship is top-notch here, spilling over with knotted, yet conversely open arrangements that resound with what I'd imagine American Football's circuitous guitar wizadry would sound like if woven into the brilliant, screaming, sonic chaos of Daitro. brantly