Curtains

Hold up
Fold your flowers
Even actors of the tragedies
Must renegotiate sometimes
Let's make the future our last lie

Strangers
Climb the stairs of the museum
Asking why I tried
Nobody wants to feel surprised
Forgiven at a funeral

Father
Soon our dreams will all be ending
The ghost we left behind
It's carving numbers out of ice
Caught in the tree house for the spite

Brother
I just had to fuck up
To find out we were right
I'm getting used to this by now
We only see clear through blind eyes

Don't trust every sign you will be leaving
Longing leads away
By now your tracks have grown too wide
You have disowned your last disguise

And it's not that I am saying this for nothing
But I just thought I'd try
Unwrap the loose ends you have tied
I think it's gonna be a while



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Jallinder, William Hellstroem
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