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هیدن (اسم اصلی آرتیست ethel cain) واقعا بعضی اوقات قصد زجرکش کردن فنهای خودش رو داره و بنده هم از این قائده مستثنی نیستم.
I told you from the start
I disappear when it gets cold
But you found a way to keep me here
With a body to hold
And i think of you
When i'm drunk in the road in front of your old house
I miss what you'd do to me
When i was in need of you and blacked out
I miss you, darling
I miss you so
I'm sorry i went crazy
I just thought i'd let you know
Taking pictures while you sleep
Leftovers on the table, strangers on the tv
I'm bleeding from my ears
Sneaking out while you're asleep, cause you're my biggest fear
And i think of you
When i'm drunk in the road in front of your old house
I miss what you'd do to me
When i was in need of you and blacked out
I miss you, darling
I miss you so
I miss you, darling
I'll paint it on the walls
'Cause I'm the one at fault
I'll never fight again
And this is how it ends
Excuse me if I'm coming off wrong
Tell me, my love
If I should be b-b-biting my tongue
I know things can get so
Complicated, frustrated
Communication always gets so off
Excuse me if I'm coming off wrong
Are we lost in translation?
Please don't be afraid
When the darkness fades away
The dawn will break the silence
Screaming in our hearts
My love for you still grows
This I do for you
Before I try to fight the truth my final time
Could I still miss you, then
In the time and space after life
When no one is searching anymore
And where we are nowhere to be found
Twenty-four oceans
Twenty-four skies
Twenty-four failures
And twenty-four tries
Twenty-four finds me
In twenty-fourth place
With twenty-four dropouts
At the end of the day
Life is not what I thought it was
Twenty-four hours ago
Still I'm singing
Seven times again, when you are not awake
Seven times the flame, too much to take
The sky burns red against your skin
The world we know turns in the wind
I can feel your heart hanging in the air
I'm counting every step as you climb the stairs
It's buried in your bones, I see it in your closed eyes
Turning in, this is harder than we know
We hold it in the most when we're wearing thin
I know that in me there still a place that fulfils me
A sanctity here, that I call home and run to
When winter descends
If I try can I find solid ground
Or am I just wasting time?
