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Thursday 26 December 2013

Fakery Tale [DECO*27]



It's strange how warm the air is tonight
Once more, I can't fall asleep tonight
But if I did, I'd never see morning light
Keeping me forever locked away in yesterday


There's a space between the now and the then
It can be a little lonely, although
It can be yet kind and gentle and so
To this place I want so badly to go


Time and again you come into my sight, you have
Tears on your face, saying "goodbye"


If it could be a lie and make it all right
Your tears and your goodbyes would be far away out of sight
Please don't go on crying with that sorry face
Let me forget everything and turn back to that place, I beg you


Whoa-o-o-o, uow-oh-ooo-oh-oh-oh


It's strange, tonight's an itch I can't reach
Underneath the scars, the ash pierces in
One by one, I scratch them off, ask again
"Can it be that I am living on still?"


Even if you find someone to hold tightly
All you can feel is something like lonely
So it's best not to thoughtlessly reach out for anyone else
Tomorrow nears, but I'm still fine in yesterday


This hand you see that is writing the next chapter
Following on from that unhappy ending
Unlike a fairy tale, painted with dreams,
It's now tainted and dirty, run through every seam


If it could be a lie and make it all right
Your tears and your goodbyes would be far away out of sight
Please don't go on crying with that sorry face
Let me forget everything and turn back to that place, I beg you


I beg you


If it could be a lie and make it okay
So too the sound of my heart, even though it's faded away
I'll see you again, someday here we will meet
But until that time comes,  it's good night


Whoa-o-o-o, uow-oh-ooo-oh-oh-oh


It's strange how warm the air is tonight
Almost like I could fly the skies tonight
Just like that, my body vanished alone

Now then, I wonder where shall I go?

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