The Crash Motive - The Sound Of Our Lies | Текст песни

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• The Crash Motive
• The Sound Of Our Lies

We're holding on again.
Holding back again.
Keeping everything inside.
Building up two worlds that just can't coincide.

Holding on again.
Holding back again.
Keeping everything inside.
Closing off our senses to the sound of our lies.

Our last talk it felt just like a suicide -
Run.
I'm heading straight into a fantasy.
I'm sure I'm nothing like you had before...
But I swear I know I could've gave you more.

But listen like a spy.
Look me in the eyes.
Say we'll never die.
Look me with your eyes.

We will always be...

Holding on again.
Holding back again.
Keeping everything inside.
Building up two worlds that just can't coincide.

Holding on again.
Holding back again.
Keeping everything inside.
Closing off our senses to the sound of our lies.

In my eyes you're nothing short of beautiful.
But these lies have broken us a thousand times.
Our last chance is storming like a hurricane.
With each glance we're making sure we won't erase.
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But listen like a spy.
Look me in the eyes.
Say we'll never die.
Look me with your eyes.

We will always be...

Holding on again.
Holding back again.
Keeping everything inside.
Building up two worlds that just can't coincide.

Holding on again.
Holding back again.
Keeping everything inside.
Closing off our senses to the sound of our lies.

We're both screaming "don't make a fool out of me!"
We don't trust, we both lost.
There's no turning back now
It's easy to see...
What we had is now a lost cause.

We're holding on again.
Holding back again.
Keeping everything inside.
Building up two worlds that just can't coincide.

Holding on again.
Holding back again.
Keeping everything inside.
Closing off our senses, senses.

Holding on again.
Holding back again.
Keeping everything inside.
Building up two worlds that just can't coincide.

Holding on again.
Holding back again.
Keeping everything inside.
Closing off our senses to the sound of our lies.