The connector I
praying underneath the bridges that i have burned in one night
nothing's left to hold me back so i break into the sunlight
i can't see it from here and it can't see me too.
it hides into the ocean creating an orange shadow
swimming home it can't be that hard
but if it's late the sun is an old stone now.
the tears are so salty, you can't taste them
the tears are so salty, you can't hold them
it's so hard to be between two bodies,
one so strong and armed
the other so soft and smooth.
the thoughts are so weightless, you can hold them
the thoughts are so heavy, you are going under
praying underneath the bridges that i have burned in one nighteverything's holding me by my teeth, so i turned into a hollow dream
you can't daydream here, you can't daydream within.
it creeps underneath the clouds
driving back home it can't be that hard
but if i take down every inch of this city, can i be forgiven at last?
the heart can't beat anymore, its beat stopped for you
the heart can't beat anymore, its beat skipped this moment
And i can't figure out if i belong to those old stones
it seems i don't know the way to home but,
but i will build a new one and i will pray underneath the bridges like i did.
Will i survive, if they are not missing me? will i survive if i be late?
Can i be left in the dawn? i will be so weak if i don't take everything down with me.
i am so immeasurable wrong and coward.
it's better to wreck everything and move one
But if i tell you that it's not that late? will you come back?
i will be waiting in the port for you,
before you wreck it down like the bridges that are still burning in the city's background,
forgiveness is all you are looking for
if it's not late
i will come down....