Make War
Our love is dead but without limit, It is not these hiding places
that have keep us innocent but the way you taught me to just let it all go by.
So we have learned to be as faithless, stand behind the bulletproof glass,
exchanging our affections through a drawer. It was always horribly convenient
and happening too fast. You should count your change before you are even out the door.
Yes, you should but please...
Return, return to the person that you were. And I will do the same because
it is too hard to belong to someone who is gone. My compass spins.
The wilderness remains.
Once too often, I have retreated into the depths of my despair.
I built a barricade to block you on the road. But standing there with all of my possessions,
piled higher than a house, I felt closer to you than you ever could have known.
So let these tiny acts of charity become common ground of which to build a monument
to commemorate our time. And though, you say,
you've found another who will surely speed you on your way,
don't let the forest grow over that you came there by. But you will, so...
Hurry up and run to the one that you love. And blind her with your kindness.
And she will make war, old war, on who you were before.
And she'll claim all that has spoiled your heart.
Well, now, I tell myself I've mended under these patches of blue sky.
But I am not gonna bless you with such compliments,
some degrading psalm of praise, like the kind that converted you to me so long ago.
Because the truth is that gossip is as good as gospel in this town.
You can save face but you won't ever save your soul. And that's a fact.
Hurry up and run to the one that you love. And tie her in your likeness,
And she'll become, become the prisoner I was. And know all that has spoiled your heart.
^ its like totally the ultimate "fuck you" song, i love it ^
that have keep us innocent but the way you taught me to just let it all go by.
So we have learned to be as faithless, stand behind the bulletproof glass,
exchanging our affections through a drawer. It was always horribly convenient
and happening too fast. You should count your change before you are even out the door.
Yes, you should but please...
Return, return to the person that you were. And I will do the same because
it is too hard to belong to someone who is gone. My compass spins.
The wilderness remains.
Once too often, I have retreated into the depths of my despair.
I built a barricade to block you on the road. But standing there with all of my possessions,
piled higher than a house, I felt closer to you than you ever could have known.
So let these tiny acts of charity become common ground of which to build a monument
to commemorate our time. And though, you say,
you've found another who will surely speed you on your way,
don't let the forest grow over that you came there by. But you will, so...
Hurry up and run to the one that you love. And blind her with your kindness.
And she will make war, old war, on who you were before.
And she'll claim all that has spoiled your heart.
Well, now, I tell myself I've mended under these patches of blue sky.
But I am not gonna bless you with such compliments,
some degrading psalm of praise, like the kind that converted you to me so long ago.
Because the truth is that gossip is as good as gospel in this town.
You can save face but you won't ever save your soul. And that's a fact.
Hurry up and run to the one that you love. And tie her in your likeness,
And she'll become, become the prisoner I was. And know all that has spoiled your heart.
^ its like totally the ultimate "fuck you" song, i love it ^