walk into oblivion with me
i want to tell you everything on a bad yellow note
sundays are the worst kind of medicine

everything is floating dead

on the cold blue river in my mind

are you addicted to crying? i think i am
some nights destiny has nothing for us
they are the meaning behind these songs i listen

i don't mind if i die here
i never felt anything anyway
my dreams had twisted me around
keep holding me down

we spent the night lying, flying, dying
talking about how much we need that sunshine girl
i'm missing you, forever blue
eternally buried with mistakes
the birds on the trees will never understand what we are going through

please don't be so broken,
they can see through you

keep fucking me up
somehow i don't ever wanna come home

singing ''artists don't owe a heart''
wishing i own mine
wishing to always have something in my cup 
it could make me feel better

for all the lust in the body that will never set you free
nothing new
i can't stop picturing myself with the stars when i can't even see the moon
everything falls through

you think sex is your savior well it's more like a gun
love is an armour but it won't save you for the war

there's a silence in this house that brings my bones down
nothing perfect
i just wanted to die in your arms
and your ship has wrecked
wishing i own mine
wishing i own mine
wishing i own mine
wishing i own mine

que genial sería
que todas nuestras palabras
las escribieran otros
las pensaran otros

una frase armada.
que suene romántica y fuerte
cargada de ilusiones
con ideas y expectativas
palabras que valen oro en nuestros oídos

así,
nuestras (todas las) discusiones
por lo menos tendrían un final feliz