Forget It. - The Constant Decay (bonus demo) | Текст песни

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My restless drumming fingers
remind me of last winter
we were younger, and we were under
the weight of a wishing well

My restless drumming fingers
ten miniature surrenders
if we were stronger, we might have been here longer
but the past can go to hell

And I've always wanted to see you cry
as if there'd be some sort of satisfaction
in knowing that I was why

So my tired trembling fingers
struggle to hold the glass
and after so many of these nights
I thought it was supposed to pass

So I'll breathe a little longer
as long as I can take
and maybe for a moment it won't feel like a mistake

We're not getting any younger
We're losing all our hair
Wrinkles predetermined by expressions that we wear

Constantly decaying
The ticking of the clock
and if honesty's worth something
we've all wanted ours to stop

Cold, empty, old, alone.

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