Nolan Fedje - Blacklung

I keep wasting my breath on things I can't breathe in
All I see is the glare from my guns
Now lost in the Guerre, I draw my swords
And I swing them around as if I wasn't blind from the sun
And I knew for certain
That I never moved the curtain
From my eyes
I believed in true love
But there were no doves
In the sky
But I see there's no light
I lived for the fake, I tasted the great
But now I'm only sorry
Cause' the city of love is nothing but a place
With no story
The fur on my hide has all but fallen in
And all that I know is the word that makes me run
Echoing from the keys are all my chords
And I play them all loud so they know that I have won
Hold me here in fire
Let me forget you exist
Golden liar, silver choir
But no you still insist
The jungle is tired
Let me hold onto this
But everyone who ever lived cut barbs into my wrists
But I see there's no light
I lived for the fake, I tasted the great
But now I'm only sorry
Cause' the city of love is nothing but a place
With no story
But nothing feels right when there's nothing else but fear
Now I know its alright to stop turning all these gears
I keep wasting my breath on things I can't breathe in

Written by:
Nolan Fedje

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find