Road to Ransome - I Smoked Pot With Johnny Hopkins | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• Road to Ransome
• I Smoked Pot With Johnny Hopkins

I've lost my sense, I've lost my lungs, freedom to release my chest from this tension. We'll keep it quiet, we'll keep it secret, for this distance between us, battles with our affection. Fighting urges that swell consistently strong, so persistent to fulfill my dreams. My life has meaning being everything you needed, I'll be your completion.

This distance will defeat us.

Mottled colours in irises arising, surrounding deepest black. Weaving prophecies I cannot decipher, pretending to understand... Our future? or our destruction? written in radiating shimmer. Unsure of the message but one thing is obvious, this ends here.

Each minute that passes draws closer to our last, let's make use of this time. Can we make history? burn through memories? can we live like we're changing the world?

We grow cold, we grow old alone, flooding with could-have-beens, and in-another-lives, to leave this world behind. And risk it all.