The Dead City Blueprint Songtext
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The Dead City Blueprint Songtext
Welcome the light, you′ve said your goodbyes
Give it chance - give it time.
It's a long vast winter, & they can only oblige
Run along - run inside.
Always remember that...
Death & his daughters, they lurk in all corners
Of your darkest recesses far beyond your life′s borders
When they claim your name you shan't slip astray
Pry a nervous smile, bid farewell to the old days
With a dismissive glance towards their ghosts by the doorways
They never give up. it's never enough
Welcome the light, you′ve said your goodbyes
Give it chance - give it time.
It′s a long vast winter, & they can only oblige
Run along - run inside.
Always remember that...
Beyond a moral flicker we are nothing but hollow
Heading straight for a grave to superfluous fanfare
From the joysto the blues, it cares nothing for you
I sweep back her hair for in my mind she's no older
I let go of her hand because her fingers grew cold
& They mock from afar how worthless we are
Sail our glorious voyage where the red rivers flow
Faces pressed against the windows where the neon once glowed
And the call won′t be long, as the parade passes on
Our spark is extinguished as the light is resplendent
Keep on gasping for air as the cold air gets thicker
Witness all that I am, but you won't understand
Give it chance - give it time.
It's a long vast winter, & they can only oblige
Run along - run inside.
Always remember that...
Death & his daughters, they lurk in all corners
Of your darkest recesses far beyond your life′s borders
When they claim your name you shan't slip astray
Pry a nervous smile, bid farewell to the old days
With a dismissive glance towards their ghosts by the doorways
They never give up. it's never enough
Welcome the light, you′ve said your goodbyes
Give it chance - give it time.
It′s a long vast winter, & they can only oblige
Run along - run inside.
Always remember that...
Beyond a moral flicker we are nothing but hollow
Heading straight for a grave to superfluous fanfare
From the joysto the blues, it cares nothing for you
I sweep back her hair for in my mind she's no older
I let go of her hand because her fingers grew cold
& They mock from afar how worthless we are
Sail our glorious voyage where the red rivers flow
Faces pressed against the windows where the neon once glowed
And the call won′t be long, as the parade passes on
Our spark is extinguished as the light is resplendent
Keep on gasping for air as the cold air gets thicker
Witness all that I am, but you won't understand
Writer(s): Paul Groundwell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com