The Juliets - Like A Parade | Текст песни

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At night when the streetlights look like a parade
Our bodies are in motion and they're not afraid
Of carrying on in any fashion till' the morning light
Covering our broken love with perfectly foolish delights

The graves of our elders
The plots of our great youth
Are covering our broken dreams
With the most absurdist proofs
Light the gluttony of love
Like swallowing your spit back up
Like every time you fix it
You really f**k it up

I'll go flying these flights over
Words like grass that I've mowed over
I'll come crashing into a sentence
Chicken scratched and bloody
Hoping it's beautiful

The senseless text of our every machine
Equals the senseless text of man's mental regime
There is a punctuation behind every lie
But there is no punctuation on the earth or the sky

I'll go flying these flights over
Words like grass that I've mowed over
I'll come crashing into a sentence
Chicken scratched and bloody
Hoping it's beautiful