The Neighbourhood, Pt. 2
You could try to erase all the memories of me
In a manner of thinking you could never achieve
Not a part of myself could have agreed to this
For it couldn't be chosen this dark place I'm in
In this place that I dream you still know I exist
You are lost with me in our ever green fields
Balancing on the moon threads that were made for me
All of this was made for me
Not a word about how the world is what we perceive
And so how can it be when there's nothing in it
Pretty sure that the moon stands where it can be seen
For a light I now need for my eyes to see
If this life was made only to be seen by me
Then I know if I look you'll be somewhere in it
All of this was made for us
All of this was made for a broken man to see
Just when I wake at night I reconstruct my lungs
Cause I'll have to breathe hard when I turn back the wheel
Of the time I control cause it's my world to fix
Of a line I just drew that should not exist
But my bones won't obey and my muscles remove
All the strength from my body right into the cement ground
I keep up just to feel the time that I'll die a
Nd it all boils down to the memory of when a broken man could feel
A broken man could feel
In a manner of thinking you could never achieve
Not a part of myself could have agreed to this
For it couldn't be chosen this dark place I'm in
In this place that I dream you still know I exist
You are lost with me in our ever green fields
Balancing on the moon threads that were made for me
All of this was made for me
Not a word about how the world is what we perceive
And so how can it be when there's nothing in it
Pretty sure that the moon stands where it can be seen
For a light I now need for my eyes to see
If this life was made only to be seen by me
Then I know if I look you'll be somewhere in it
All of this was made for us
All of this was made for a broken man to see
Just when I wake at night I reconstruct my lungs
Cause I'll have to breathe hard when I turn back the wheel
Of the time I control cause it's my world to fix
Of a line I just drew that should not exist
But my bones won't obey and my muscles remove
All the strength from my body right into the cement ground
I keep up just to feel the time that I'll die a
Nd it all boils down to the memory of when a broken man could feel
A broken man could feel
Credits
Writer(s): Alexandros Spyrou
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