06.01.2012 We never really came back release party

We never really came back. Lyrics

Awoken

The words can be spoken

Our soul was awoken

I thought I was low

But then I was broken

Bang on the door of a thief

And beg for the change of relief

We'll pray for a real dinner

Pretend not to listen

We'll lay on a frozen tart

With the gold of a bleeding heart

While they stand with their gold and their whores

In their shades, in boats ashore

The days can be broken

We got to be on our way

Maybe we won’t find it today

or we've already found it

The words can be spoken

Our soul was awoken

The past in our thoughts

The future in the headlights

The present’s a token

Although I was broken

Nobody tries

We use to think like somebody tries

We use to talk like no other

Everyone wants to get it

We talk and talk but

Nobody tries

I cannot say a word about it,

The past can stand there instead of things

That I’d like to say about these rolling weeks

That I’d like to see instead of all these freaks

I’d like to be where everybody swings

Pickin’up a daisy when the spring begins

To fill myself with a wet sky

And let it go where nobody lies

We use to talk like nobody tries

We use to walk like nobody lies

Everyone wants to get it

The past can stand there instead of things

I’d like to say about these rolling weeks

I’d like to see instead of all these freaks

We use to talk like nobody lies

We talk and talk but

Nobody tries

Door selected

They painted their faces

Pretending to smile

They’re making their move

They are passing me by

Don’t mind about the poison

Swimming down in your skull

Don’t think of tomorrow

Who needs to be wise?

Chicks with a little skirt

Driving on a shiny

Purple fast car

To the hills

Swallowing the pills

And stealing poison from a purple noosed pretender

Door selected

Invisible colors

So much time has gone

Ten by ten

The faces turn away

And they left me here at night,

The wanderer

Roaming around my ruins

Still waiting for the walls

To begin to talk

And I am still trying to paint

Invisible colors

Invisible sunsets

I am still trying to paint

Invisible rain

Hot water beach

Call her

Make green brain links

Take from the top

Bring it to a no end

Digging magic ponds, they know how

Let me know where you’re at

Let me know where hot water beach is

Digging magic ponds, they know how

Streams that hide behind black rocks

While white small loose grains

Let me know where you’re at

Let me know where hot water beach is

Our lungs are blind

And as it always used to

the day can turn to black

we can decide to waste time

in putting badge on moods and facts

Still, anyway the black comes

no chance to get prepared

feels like we just have to get

there's nothing we cannot expect

It doesn't matter how it looks like a movie

the fiction tango's gonna run inside – out

I was supposed to catch the smell of the beauty

the less I fear, the more I turn upside down

Don't really care about good looking and dancing

La schiena trema, јадам стакло со мраз

it's noon o'clock and I can sip my own cancer

our lungs are blind, around, around, around, around...

And every breath we choke with

turns out to be our slave

I'd rather get bewildered

for a PET than on a grave

It doesn't matter how it looks like a movie

the fiction tango's gonna run inside – out

I was supposed to catch the smell of the beauty

the less I fear, the more I turn upside down

Don't really care about good looking and dancing

La schiena trema, јадам стакло со мраз

it's noon o'clock and I can sip my own cancer

our lungs are blind, around, around, around, around...

Oh, whatever brings us to a new dawn

that's the one that brings us to a new dawn

Blind diving

In some old summer

we left our hometown

leaving whatever we were,

hungry livers, restless tears and laughs,

awfully saying ‘goodbye’, 

that was like blind diving,

It wasn’t safe at all, it wasn’t safe at all

Sunny faces, she was awesome and

dark for the shadows to come

we could just struggle

with numbers and thoughts

feelings are fast, but that was not meaning a lot

to us

we never really came back

there’s nothing we can build or crack

Card with a wish

Where am I from?

And where does my heart belong?

Do I belong to someone?

And what’s the reason I’m supposed to belong?

Could you please stop for second to tell me

That now is the time to be strong

I don’t even belong to anyone

Between the noise of the fog and the snow

Amazing box, but is the present that sucks

‘cause when you’re flat you need to lack

Cynical, hysterical

And the noise calms down

In my hometown

'cause everybody has to deal

with the joy they’re supposed to feel

live and let die

live and let me cry

I have a card with a wish I have a card with a wish that I hope you won’t deny

Father, don’t deny

Father, father don’t deny

Cynical

Hysterical

Graveyards

The city's all covered in a white glow

And I'm afraid it'll pull me down

The city's all dressed up in a white glove

And I'm afraid you can take me

Take me to another graveyard

Take me to the place where you can grieve yourself

The city's all covered in a white glow

And I'm afraid you can take me down

The city's all dressed up in a white glove

And I'm afraid you can

Take me to another graveyard

Take me to the place where you can

Breathe again

It's gonna start to rain

We fear nothing

We just have to wait for the right time

We see again

The buildings look the same

Alone and far away from home

We point the road of a lifetime

On the whole

Dark street, lights around, a useful emptiness

Traffic lights are fading

It looks like they’re making room

For willows and for trees

I wonder how this night is gonna be

The body and the wood

Michael and the chisel

And marble is the air

Aware that things to come are just a glare

We keep on trying to reach those things to come

For us and fellas trying to carry on

Carry on, joy's about carryin' on

I speed up, down the valley, no one is around

Pushing to the place

Where I’ll try to do my best

I’ll try to reach my goal

Happy, on the whole

I need someone to tell me what’s the role

Of money, flitting colours, stolen movies, pics and trade

Of tickets, specials, rumors, merchandising made

In China, Neaples, U.S.A., Barbados and so on

When joy is just about to carry on

Dark street, lights around, a useful emptiness

Pushing to the place to do my best

Happy on the whole

Scene is been boring

I just wanna be rolling

Carryin’ on, it means happiness

On the whole

@ the end of the day

If

There’s a reason to leave

Then run away

If there’s something to deal with or there’s someone

Don’t let days get away

To live with regrets

At the end of the day

You will wipe away

All the tears of the game

Then you’ll start to live

Living and living without even stopping a second to think

That the tears of the game

Were the place to be

At the end of the day

Embraces will blossom

And you wonder if it’s worth it

Being so brave

You wonder if something will be back again

But when you love a lot, there’s something out there

there’s something to share

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