Singer: The GROTTO. Page 1

We will show the war, turn up the telly,
To survive for yourself, not to hear behind the wall tantrums.
This ice dip, and let the door on the two locks,
There are full, don't open it, its not coming without a call.
We all each other not related here,
After all, it is a great show, "how to reach the finish line on salary."
To walk in a circle, not to live a day here
If sitting in a chair under a blanket does not calculate to blame.

You told me no, because I'm one myself -
At one entrance for life unknown,
Country backwoods, closed people,
Where would was not you - was nowhere.

What if I would have survived all the people I know who are so fond of?
And I would have kept the Land for themselves, simply ageless?
In the human term would see the most reliable comfort
And would plead that I was given this magic magic age.

Guiding telescopes for the trees,
We're looking for a new home, and your despise.
The bottom of the telescopes see us and I can't believe it -
What nights crying for the inhabitants of Paradise?

From the darkness, people's faces look through the window,
Somewhere in the middle of the wealth you crushed discontent.
Each of them painted to a Notepad
About how he wants to live, if it happened to you.

Nights about my freedom dreams of the prisoner,
About my health dreams small with the diagnosis,
About the friends of my dreams left all,
To see my degree I took a step back.
With the birth of a blind man dreaming of sight,
Below-stairs dreams strays account
Suddenly I realized how I at you, fat in the degree,
More than grateful, I'm offended and outraged.

The eyes that lifted up the Paradise around you will not find.

No one learns my language
I ought not to accept every slogan,
To listen who have a painful abscess.
I ought not boots caked with manure
To see right on my coffee table.
Until then sometimes go berserk boredom,
What happens the night is dreary,
But it gives me the shivers from knocking,
Breathtaking disgust.
Shut up, when I get sick,
All my alarms siren
And you will see inside the sarcophagus
Fingers scratched the walls.

So childish playfully,
I lost you after your makeup
So grown-up scary
Already jumping off speeding trains.
So stiffly scary
To get out of the worlds of your high-rise.
So funny after a while -
We're just each other was wrong...

The event is always surgically precise.
See how our vessels are similar to river deltas.
The chance to read the author's handwriting -
These are the keys and clues in the Universal game.

Life is only a preview, soon, maybe, Wake up,
But even in a thousand moons will remember the taste of her mouth.

Spinning, like dust in the Universal dance.
Remember the old neighborhood where we are 17.
The winds of time, above us the trees swayed.
Even through the years we loved like in the beginning.
It was quiet though the city under water,
And you were afraid to fall asleep, to not Wake up alone.
Not just a feeling, we have long been familiar with him.
Changing only the body, are found in some lives.

It's inside of me explosions and crashing.
On the background of the Galaxy we are insignificant and tiny.
Old house window slit.
I learned about you in each of the embodiments.
We're the fragments of the meteors. In the quarry
We don't see each other for the first time - I remember you.
On the deserted coast birds screamed.
I know the feeling because we've met somewhere.

The sun gives meaning rain, cold bursts
Who would I be if nights do not suffer childish?
We were presented with a dark, gray fog pours,
Only for so happy we met the sun.