ChiruChiru - KIRA remix
Besides all such important matters in this world, oh, tell me.
Why is it that we still can't share the secrets that we both keep?
The distance between our hearts is too big to be measured.
This whole situation's just way too absurd.
Chelsea Hotel's curtains have already started closing.
Like Sid and Nancy, victims of a love that kept on growing.
Just when I thought that I would get your heart in the end.
Everything that I knew turned out to be just pretend.
The more I know, the more it is killing me.
Yet, I can't help but still be curious.
These small quiet prayers, the same old tragic patterns.
But this love I seek seems to be out of reach.
The more I know, the more it is killing me.
Yet, I can't help but still be curious.
In this mess you put me in.
My words just scatter when I try to tell you just how I feel.
I look away and back at you, but nothing has changed now.
My temperature's too high, this fever keeps on weighing me down.
This throbbing headache from the low air pressure makes me doubt.
This stationary front will ever go away.
Even through a scope lens, I can't ever look in your eyes.
A brutal, deadly trap like it was set by Bonnie and Clyde.
Adrift radio waves, are emitting from my mind.
I guess that it's fine, guess it's time that this fades out.
The more I see, the more it's confusing me.
Yet, I can't help but keep observing it.
These thoughts in my head are spinning round and round.
'Cause all that pride that you hold is troubling, you know?
The more I see, the more it's confusing me.
Yet, I can't help but keep observing it.
Scattering, till these complications have dissolved.
But do I really want them to go?
This illness plaguing me, there's no way you could ever cure it.
My health is getting worse every day.
A fatal sweetness luring me, then knocking me down.
But I don't want it any other way, so tell me why.
The more I know, the more it is killing me.
Still, that's not gonna keep me from learning.
Small quiet prayers, the same old tragic patterns.
But this love I seek seems to be out of reach.
The more I know, the more it is killing me.
Yet, I can't help but still be curious.
In this mess you put me in.
My words just scatter when I try to tell you just how I feel.
So guess I'll just pretend that this love isn't real
Why is it that we still can't share the secrets that we both keep?
The distance between our hearts is too big to be measured.
This whole situation's just way too absurd.
Chelsea Hotel's curtains have already started closing.
Like Sid and Nancy, victims of a love that kept on growing.
Just when I thought that I would get your heart in the end.
Everything that I knew turned out to be just pretend.
The more I know, the more it is killing me.
Yet, I can't help but still be curious.
These small quiet prayers, the same old tragic patterns.
But this love I seek seems to be out of reach.
The more I know, the more it is killing me.
Yet, I can't help but still be curious.
In this mess you put me in.
My words just scatter when I try to tell you just how I feel.
I look away and back at you, but nothing has changed now.
My temperature's too high, this fever keeps on weighing me down.
This throbbing headache from the low air pressure makes me doubt.
This stationary front will ever go away.
Even through a scope lens, I can't ever look in your eyes.
A brutal, deadly trap like it was set by Bonnie and Clyde.
Adrift radio waves, are emitting from my mind.
I guess that it's fine, guess it's time that this fades out.
The more I see, the more it's confusing me.
Yet, I can't help but keep observing it.
These thoughts in my head are spinning round and round.
'Cause all that pride that you hold is troubling, you know?
The more I see, the more it's confusing me.
Yet, I can't help but keep observing it.
Scattering, till these complications have dissolved.
But do I really want them to go?
This illness plaguing me, there's no way you could ever cure it.
My health is getting worse every day.
A fatal sweetness luring me, then knocking me down.
But I don't want it any other way, so tell me why.
The more I know, the more it is killing me.
Still, that's not gonna keep me from learning.
Small quiet prayers, the same old tragic patterns.
But this love I seek seems to be out of reach.
The more I know, the more it is killing me.
Yet, I can't help but still be curious.
In this mess you put me in.
My words just scatter when I try to tell you just how I feel.
So guess I'll just pretend that this love isn't real
Credits
Writer(s): Reol, Giga
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