because i've been listening to this song, and because it feels so damn right at the moment,
and because i am in need of some sort of placebo (dedicated song):
since we're feeling so anesthetised
in our comfort zone,
reminds me of the second time
that i followed you home.
we're running out of alibi's
on the second of may...
reminds me of the summer time
on this winter day.
see you at the bitter end.
see you at the bitter end.
every step we take that's synchronized,
every broken bone,
reminds me of the second time
that i followed you home.
you shower me with lullabies
as you're walking away;
reminds me that it's killing time
on this fateful day.
see you at the bitter end.
see you at the bitter end.
see you at the bitter end.
see you at the bitter end.
from the time we intercepted,
feels a lot like suicide
slow and sad, going sadder,
arise a sitting mine.
(see you at the bitter end)
i love to see you run around,
and I wanna see you now,
wannabees, arms wide out...
(see you at the bitter end)
let us reach inside,
grab the gentleness inside.
then I cried,
six months time.
see this trap of madness,
prepare the end.
(see you at the bitter end)
since we're feeling so anesthetised
in our comfort zone,
reminds me of the second time
that i followed you home.
we're running out of alibi's
on the second of may...
reminds me of the summer time
on this winter day.
see you at the bitter end.
see you at the bitter end.
every step we take that's synchronized,
every broken bone,
reminds me of the second time
that i followed you home.
you shower me with lullabies
as you're walking away;
reminds me that it's killing time
on this fateful day.
see you at the bitter end.
see you at the bitter end.
see you at the bitter end.
see you at the bitter end.
from the time we intercepted,
feels a lot like suicide
slow and sad, going sadder,
arise a sitting mine.
(see you at the bitter end)
i love to see you run around,
and I wanna see you now,
wannabees, arms wide out...
(see you at the bitter end)
let us reach inside,
grab the gentleness inside.
then I cried,
six months time.
see this trap of madness,
prepare the end.
(see you at the bitter end)
placebo, the bitter end, sleeping with ghosts, 2003 #5
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