Dead Leaves
Fake like a Saturday
Blessed like a symmetry
Build up on lucid dreams
Love got away with me
I wasn't build like the roses and shutters
I never said I could stand all this shatter
All this adrenaline taking its toll on me
Like you in a summer's breeze
Death coming through the doors
In this house, in this body, in every thought
And it will hold you through the night
In the days of sorrow – days of light
The beauty of your solitary strikes me blind
Oh my god – would anyone just call the cops?
Be my god – when everyone just call the cops
And let go of your haunted heart
Baby I'm full of it
No one to rescue me
Facing the enemy
They got away with it
Love is just taking me over and over
Love is a pain going slower and deeper
And I'm falling apart like the tiles in the bathroom
A waste in the night and a pole for the club fools
Death coming through the doors
In the records we played and adored
And it holds us through the night
It's a blasphemy – it's a warm delight
And our lack of feelings keeps the spirit high
Oh my god – would anyone just call the cops?
Be my god – when everyone just call the cops
And let go of your haunted heart
Oh my god – would anyone just call the cops?
She's going to be my god – and everyone just call the cops
And let go of your haunted heart
Just go,
Take nirvana,
it rejects nothing
it claims nothing
it fears nothing
it desires nothing
it hates nothing
it loves nothing
Blessed like a symmetry
Build up on lucid dreams
Love got away with me
I wasn't build like the roses and shutters
I never said I could stand all this shatter
All this adrenaline taking its toll on me
Like you in a summer's breeze
Death coming through the doors
In this house, in this body, in every thought
And it will hold you through the night
In the days of sorrow – days of light
The beauty of your solitary strikes me blind
Oh my god – would anyone just call the cops?
Be my god – when everyone just call the cops
And let go of your haunted heart
Baby I'm full of it
No one to rescue me
Facing the enemy
They got away with it
Love is just taking me over and over
Love is a pain going slower and deeper
And I'm falling apart like the tiles in the bathroom
A waste in the night and a pole for the club fools
Death coming through the doors
In the records we played and adored
And it holds us through the night
It's a blasphemy – it's a warm delight
And our lack of feelings keeps the spirit high
Oh my god – would anyone just call the cops?
Be my god – when everyone just call the cops
And let go of your haunted heart
Oh my god – would anyone just call the cops?
She's going to be my god – and everyone just call the cops
And let go of your haunted heart
Just go,
Take nirvana,
it rejects nothing
it claims nothing
it fears nothing
it desires nothing
it hates nothing
it loves nothing
Credits
Writer(s): Jesper Lidang Jensen, Soren Lilholt, Kasper Nissen, Christian Rindorf
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.