Jun 2012
In what dimension did I imagine this
Not a very happy one. I pulled and brought this onto my cosmic dust
Im sure it’s a door. For it has brought me to a plane
They are good times and they are
Well they
are the ones i bare on my back every single day
A couple of sweet caress and the day you stabbed my heart with some sort of hell inducing sin
One most try to understand these words as they hit
How to get rid of this love
It is getting rid of me
For some reason you keep getting pushed into my realm of life
With each time of horrible down
. I think, you think we all think
It would be over
But as if some magnetic pull of thought brings you here
Every month , every day of every year
Consequently
Bringing us here , and you with some horrible sense of taste
Drag the devil on your tale.
Ofcourse it would be you , after all it is your favorite thing
You seek the feeling , as you may call it
Like a ******* animal
Im just wondering I what dimension this will happen , after a night like I know you had. How do you come to me with your sweet seducing lips and your wide eyes pulling out a guitar in the middle of some rich peoples parking lot
playing a melody you concealed in your memory of what i bring to you.
Ofcourse I will be melting in this reality.
How does this even happen
time after time we have seen hell together
Rock and roll saves my life
Time after time
Theres something in the sound of god it sounds a lot like Hendrix
Stop touching my face
I can touch it all I want you’ll say
It’s hard
What if really funny hipster music helped me say this to you.
But maybe I should speak in your language
You’ve got some nerve coming here
You stoled it all give it back
Thom yorke reminds me of us
After all it reminds me of you
And as this happens my phone rings your name
It hurts
Its hard
You know you should
but you don’t
give it back
how to get rid of this love of mine
how to forget those nights I cried
his reality is in another time where he can separate the truth by hoping the future is kept.
what dimension am I living
I should be in Colombia
Col-OM-bia
My spiritual home to you I shall return.
I wirte to remember I remember to forget
It seems to work im tired of thinking of you
I even ignored your call
For today is the first day of many days where I attempt the so far impossible.
I will forget you.
Not a very happy one. I pulled and brought this onto my cosmic dust
Im sure it’s a door. For it has brought me to a plane
They are good times and they are
Well they
are the ones i bare on my back every single day
A couple of sweet caress and the day you stabbed my heart with some sort of hell inducing sin
One most try to understand these words as they hit
How to get rid of this love
It is getting rid of me
For some reason you keep getting pushed into my realm of life
With each time of horrible down
. I think, you think we all think
It would be over
But as if some magnetic pull of thought brings you here
Every month , every day of every year
Consequently
Bringing us here , and you with some horrible sense of taste
Drag the devil on your tale.
Ofcourse it would be you , after all it is your favorite thing
You seek the feeling , as you may call it
Like a ******* animal
Im just wondering I what dimension this will happen , after a night like I know you had. How do you come to me with your sweet seducing lips and your wide eyes pulling out a guitar in the middle of some rich peoples parking lot
playing a melody you concealed in your memory of what i bring to you.
Ofcourse I will be melting in this reality.
How does this even happen
time after time we have seen hell together
Rock and roll saves my life
Time after time
Theres something in the sound of god it sounds a lot like Hendrix
Stop touching my face
I can touch it all I want you’ll say
It’s hard
What if really funny hipster music helped me say this to you.
But maybe I should speak in your language
You’ve got some nerve coming here
You stoled it all give it back
Thom yorke reminds me of us
After all it reminds me of you
And as this happens my phone rings your name
It hurts
Its hard
You know you should
but you don’t
give it back
how to get rid of this love of mine
how to forget those nights I cried
his reality is in another time where he can separate the truth by hoping the future is kept.
what dimension am I living
I should be in Colombia
Col-OM-bia
My spiritual home to you I shall return.
I wirte to remember I remember to forget
It seems to work im tired of thinking of you
I even ignored your call
For today is the first day of many days where I attempt the so far impossible.
I will forget you.
