A keresés eredménye

Don't look at my eyes

(Don't look at my eyes)
(Don't look at my eyes)
(Don't look at my eyes)
(Don't look at my eyes)
(Don't look at my eyes)
 
Don't look at my...
Don't look at my...
Don't look at my...
 
Don't look at my eyes
Don't look at my eyes
Don't look at my eyes
Don't look at my eyes
Don't look at my eyes
Don't look at my eyes
Don't look at my eyes
Don't look at my eyes
 

Hundred Times

I will destroy your homes
and will take you with me
my rains
your face
from earth's sight
never nobody
 

train

Wipe off your dirty knees
with a slice of a fresh lemon
i know that it hurts
wait a little longer
you're so, so fragile
why do you drown yourself in pain?
 
you don't always know yourself
you have the power to calm down
your printed dress
dancing in the wind
with crumpled folds in it, blowing away
your pollen in the summer
dripping onto my face
into your fiery mane
your fingers are so cool
against my back
 
you lie in the tracks of the
Chu-chu Train
I'll interfere with smoke
and i'll send it over the bridge
 
shadows of leaves with a thin film over them
cover your skin
you're so pale
taking careful steps
tickling your feet with soft wool
the sun's meadow
that line of yours is tight
your arc is spotless
 
you lie in the tracks of the
Chu-chu Train
I'll interfere with smoke
and i'll send it over the bridge
 

NIGHTMARES

I like to look at my
Nightmares
Nightmares
Where I'm running through a forest
From skeletons and rain showers
Nightmares
They're better
Than what I'm without
Nightmares
They're nice sometimes
Than what is around me
Nightmares
Weaving their webs
Out of my fear
Nobody knows you like they do
Nightmares
We have a whole night ahead of us
 
Behind those lighthouses
It's burning down in smoke
Twists of yellow
In my head
I'm swimming away
I'm with you
and hugging you
Falling through funnels
Everyone is uptight
Deep down
Our
(our) Fast-paced Descendants
Will never understand us
 
Nightmares
We have a whole night ahead of us
 
xoxo

The fact of the matter is-

I've been sitting here for six days
Solo, alone in this house, so boring
Everything that makes me warm at night -
is my cat's body
I drink beer until it's dawn
In my room alone
I like it a lot
But I'm not going hikikomori(*)
 
The fact of the matter is, is that there are fogs
The door to the world
I like to smoke, and cry
And walk barefoot
I love to dream and to believe
In plaid clothes and jam out
 
The good thing is there's no guy here
The bad thing is there's no you
A man, that mastered
To always take me
Of course, I'm not a gift
And certainly I'm not a fountain
But everyone needs this so much
An understanding brother