I love writing songs 3
In this little town
Everybody's inside
Living on their own
Pouring bottles of wine
In this little town
I can hear my own steps
as I'm walking on
the street where we met
Only ghosts, only ghosts
And the smell of a rose
Why did I take this road
if I know you won't be home
Only dust, only dust
and nobody to trust
only you I can ask
when I feel a little bit lost
In this broken house
Everything is so old
I can hear my own thoughts
they have the sound of your voice
In this broken house
Time is flying on its own
as I stay inside
pouring bottles of wine
Down on the floor
We used to lie
Hand by hand
watching the night
Don't call it hope
I don't have expectations
I called the ghosts
but they have nothing to tell me
Only ghosts, only ghosts
And the smell of a rose
Why did I take this road
if I know you won't be home
Only dust, only dust
and nobody to trust
only you I can ask
when I feel a little bit lost
Verse #1:
I longed to hear
everything beyond the silence
magnetic energy
to pull me from the darkness
I'll
wake up for the first time
witness with my new eyes
live inside the finite
here we go
tears in my eyes, I
want to be alive, I
want to fear dying
all alone
I'll lose this memory of
all the laws that guide me
learn from the start
with the brand new mind inside me
my current state will change
and I may never go back
I start to rearrange
the chaos into order
Chorus #1:
the more you watch the more you want to see
you know the more you get to know the stranger it will be
all you see is nothing as it seems
the nothingness you're in is everything you'll ever be
Verse #2:
you have a form now and you're struggling just to keep it
you're in a world that's only real when you see it
your new perception has an end and a beginning
the hesitation only leads to new divisions
but all of the directions
seem to unify
nothing's going backwards
everything must die
seeing only darkness
waiting for the light
waiting for the light
Bridge:
all the tears are falling
every wave has crashed
we're inside the ending
waiting for a start
Chorus #2:
the more you watch the more you want to see
you know the more you get to know the stranger it will be
all you see is nothing as it seems
the nothingness you're in is everything you'll ever be
the hole absorbs my body to the bone
structure of the order breaks apart inside the core
Everything I'm made of isn't there anymore
subatomic rearrangement: entering a new formation
Outro:
subatomic rearrangement
I will never be the same
I always find a way out
of the stateless variation
going forward to the endless
I am strong and I am restless
bound into the complicated
elemental placement
subatomic rearrangement
I will never be the same
I always find a way out
of the stateless variation
going forward to the endless
I am strong and I am restless
bound into the complication
entering the new dimension
Through the clouds of time a mystery begins
Worlds that neighbour other worlds are falling into it
Energies of dark surroundings fill the mist
All events' directions travel to their origin
Laws are being written, eyes are waking up
Eons being counted, matter is observed
Concept after concept, one leads to the next,
Causes that appear to be caused by their ends
One of all the worlds is thinking of itself
Measuring its causes, questioning its ends
One of all the words, but is it only them
To disrupt the stable order of events
World of silent audience
To the quiet, quiet stage
Searching for an answer that they can
Somehow find a way to understand
On the edge of time, a listener can hear
How the dawn of time itself has ever come to be
Now the time observer is about to be observed
Making all that's being caused to happen in reverse
All events' directions travel to their origin
Energies of dark surroundings fill the mist
Worlds that neighbour other worlds are falling into it
Through the clouds of time a mystery begins
All beginnings travel to their very end
And the last observer now is starting to forget
Silence darkens all the history that's left
All the pillars crumble, time is dead
Limit of perception trapped in making sense
Of the concepts born as a result of an event
World of silent audience
To the quiet, quiet stage
Searching for an answer that they can
Somehow find a way to understand
In this little town
Everybody's inside
Living on their own
Pouring bottles of wine
In this little town
I can hear my own steps
as I'm walking on
the street where we met
Only ghosts, only ghosts
And the smell of a rose
Why did I take this road
if I know you won't be home
Only dust, only dust
and nobody to trust
only you I can ask
when I feel a little bit lost
In this broken house
Everything is so old
I can hear my own thoughts
they have the sound of your voice
In this broken house
Time is flying on its own
as I stay inside
pouring bottles of wine
Down on the floor
We used to lie
Hand by hand
watching the night
Don't call it hope
I don't have expectations
I called the ghosts
but they have nothing to tell me
Only ghosts, only ghosts
And the smell of a rose
Why did I take this road
if I know you won't be home
Only dust, only dust
and nobody to trust
only you I can ask
when I feel a little bit lost
Verse #1:
I longed to hear
everything beyond the silence
magnetic energy
to pull me from the darkness
I'll
wake up for the first time
witness with my new eyes
live inside the finite
here we go
tears in my eyes, I
want to be alive, I
want to fear dying
all alone
I'll lose this memory of
all the laws that guide me
learn from the start
with the brand new mind inside me
my current state will change
and I may never go back
I start to rearrange
the chaos into order
Chorus #1:
the more you watch the more you want to see
you know the more you get to know the stranger it will be
all you see is nothing as it seems
the nothingness you're in is everything you'll ever be
Verse #2:
you have a form now and you're struggling just to keep it
you're in a world that's only real when you see it
your new perception has an end and a beginning
the hesitation only leads to new divisions
but all of the directions
seem to unify
nothing's going backwards
everything must die
seeing only darkness
waiting for the light
waiting for the light
Bridge:
all the tears are falling
every wave has crashed
we're inside the ending
waiting for a start
Chorus #2:
the more you watch the more you want to see
you know the more you get to know the stranger it will be
all you see is nothing as it seems
the nothingness you're in is everything you'll ever be
the hole absorbs my body to the bone
structure of the order breaks apart inside the core
Everything I'm made of isn't there anymore
subatomic rearrangement: entering a new formation
Outro:
subatomic rearrangement
I will never be the same
I always find a way out
of the stateless variation
going forward to the endless
I am strong and I am restless
bound into the complicated
elemental placement
subatomic rearrangement
I will never be the same
I always find a way out
of the stateless variation
going forward to the endless
I am strong and I am restless
bound into the complication
entering the new dimension
Through the clouds of time a mystery begins
Worlds that neighbour other worlds are falling into it
Energies of dark surroundings fill the mist
All events' directions travel to their origin
Laws are being written, eyes are waking up
Eons being counted, matter is observed
Concept after concept, one leads to the next,
Causes that appear to be caused by their ends
One of all the worlds is thinking of itself
Measuring its causes, questioning its ends
One of all the words, but is it only them
To disrupt the stable order of events
World of silent audience
To the quiet, quiet stage
Searching for an answer that they can
Somehow find a way to understand
On the edge of time, a listener can hear
How the dawn of time itself has ever come to be
Now the time observer is about to be observed
Making all that's being caused to happen in reverse
All events' directions travel to their origin
Energies of dark surroundings fill the mist
Worlds that neighbour other worlds are falling into it
Through the clouds of time a mystery begins
All beginnings travel to their very end
And the last observer now is starting to forget
Silence darkens all the history that's left
All the pillars crumble, time is dead
Limit of perception trapped in making sense
Of the concepts born as a result of an event
World of silent audience
To the quiet, quiet stage
Searching for an answer that they can
Somehow find a way to understand
In this little town
Everybody's inside
Living on their own
Pouring bottles of wine
In this little town
I can hear my own steps
as I'm walking on
the street where we met
Only ghosts, only ghosts
And the smell of a rose
Why did I take this road
if I know you won't be home
Only dust, only dust
and nobody to trust
only you I can ask
when I feel a little bit lost
In this broken house
Everything is so old
I can hear my own thoughts
they have the sound of your voice
In this broken house
Time is flying on its own
as I stay inside
pouring bottles of wine
Down on the floor
We used to lie
Hand by hand
watching the night
Don't call it hope
I don't have expectations
I called the ghosts
but they have nothing to tell me
Only ghosts, only ghosts
And the smell of a rose
Why did I take this road
if I know you won't be home
Only dust, only dust
and nobody to trust
only you I can ask
when I feel a little bit lost
Verse #1:
I longed to hear
everything beyond the silence
magnetic energy
to pull me from the darkness
I'll
wake up for the first time
witness with my new eyes
live inside the finite
here we go
tears in my eyes, I
want to be alive, I
want to fear dying
all alone
I'll lose this memory of
all the laws that guide me
learn from the start
with the brand new mind inside me
my current state will change
and I may never go back
I start to rearrange
the chaos into order
Chorus #1:
the more you watch the more you want to see
you know the more you get to know the stranger it will be
all you see is nothing as it seems
the nothingness you're in is everything you'll ever be
Verse #2:
you have a form now and you're struggling just to keep it
you're in a world that's only real when you see it
your new perception has an end and a beginning
the hesitation only leads to new divisions
but all of the directions
seem to unify
nothing's going backwards
everything must die
seeing only darkness
waiting for the light
waiting for the light
Bridge:
all the tears are falling
every wave has crashed
we're inside the ending
waiting for a start
Chorus #2:
the more you watch the more you want to see
you know the more you get to know the stranger it will be
all you see is nothing as it seems
the nothingness you're in is everything you'll ever be
the hole absorbs my body to the bone
structure of the order breaks apart inside the core
Everything I'm made of isn't there anymore
subatomic rearrangement: entering a new formation
Outro:
subatomic rearrangement
I will never be the same
I always find a way out
of the stateless variation
going forward to the endless
I am strong and I am restless
bound into the complicated
elemental placement
subatomic rearrangement
I will never be the same
I always find a way out
of the stateless variation
going forward to the endless
I am strong and I am restless
bound into the complication
entering the new dimension
Through the clouds of time a mystery begins
Worlds that neighbour other worlds are falling into it
Energies of dark surroundings fill the mist
All events' directions travel to their origin
Laws are being written, eyes are waking up
Eons being counted, matter is observed
Concept after concept, one leads to the next,
Causes that appear to be caused by their ends
One of all the worlds is thinking of itself
Measuring its causes, questioning its ends
One of all the words, but is it only them
To disrupt the stable order of events
World of silent audience
To the quiet, quiet stage
Searching for an answer that they can
Somehow find a way to understand
On the edge of time, a listener can hear
How the dawn of time itself has ever come to be
Now the time observer is about to be observed
Making all that's being caused to happen in reverse
All events' directions travel to their origin
Energies of dark surroundings fill the mist
Worlds that neighbour other worlds are falling into it
Through the clouds of time a mystery begins
All beginnings travel to their very end
And the last observer now is starting to forget
Silence darkens all the history that's left
All the pillars crumble, time is dead
Limit of perception trapped in making sense
Of the concepts born as a result of an event
World of silent audience
To the quiet, quiet stage
Searching for an answer that they can
Somehow find a way to understand
I love writing songs 3
