Don’t look now
No, don’t look back
A little fester, a little rot, and a grim souvenir post-dated from future haunts
Because we did
We once swam in the sea
It’s tough, I know, to believe
To conceive
But there were days we dove headfirst into waves
Days we let the sun melt the skin right from our face
Oh!
But now we’re dancing on graves
We’re dancing straight to hell
We’re singing the songs that belong to a minor scale
Days it seemed we were a bit more free to kiss with spit, to kiss goodbye what remained of bees
When the edge between our winter and spring didn’t always slip right by so seamlessly
But now we’re dancing on graves
We’re dancing straight to hell
We’re singing the songs that belong to a minor scale
But now we’re dancing on graves
We’re dancing straight to hell
We’re singing the songs that belong to regretful keys and minor scales
I remember the rain, and I remember the smell of the dirt, of the pavement, whenever it once fell
Yeah, we once dove straight into the sea
Headfirst and headstrong and hopefully
Choking on oil
Awash in the sun
With ultraviolet skin and particulate lungs
Those were the days we lived in bliss
When the places we loved weren’t yet the places we missed
And we never cried
We felt no pain
And we danced all night under acid rain
And we never cried
We felt no pain
We doused your parents in that cheap champagne
And we went dancing on graves
We danced straight to hell
We went dancing on graves, for days, ’til we had danced ourselves into that soil
And the songs we all sang... And the toasts we raised...
As the sun set that day on our naiveté
As if the damage wasn’t already done
Like all that mattered was the truest love
To Finn, with our regrets Don’t look now No, don’t look back A little fester, a little rot, and a grim souvenir post-dated from future haunts Because we did We once swam in the sea It’s tough, I know, to believe To conceive But there were days we dove headfirst into waves Days we let the sun melt the skin right from our face Oh! But now we’re dancing on graves We’re dancing straight to hell We’re singing the songs that belong to a minor scale Days it seemed we were a bit more free to kiss with spit, to kiss goodbye what remained of bees When the edge between our winter and spring didn’t always slip right by so seamlessly But now we’re dancing on graves We’re dancing straight to hell We’re singing the songs that belong to a minor scale But now we’re dancing on graves We’re dancing straight to hell We’re singing the songs that belong to regretful keys and minor scales I remember the rain, and I remember the smell of the dirt, of the pavement, whenever it once fell Yeah, we once dove straight into the sea Headfirst and headstrong and hopefully Choking on oil Awash in the sun With ultraviolet skin and particulate lungs Those were the days we lived in bliss When the places we loved weren’t yet the places we missed And we never cried We felt no pain And we danced all night under acid rain And we never cried We felt no pain We doused your parents in that cheap champagne And we went dancing on graves We danced straight to hell We went dancing on graves, for days, ’til we had danced ourselves into that soil And the songs we all sang... And the toasts we raised... As the sun set that day on our naiveté As if the damage wasn’t already done Like all that mattered was the truest love Explain Request ×
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