Из альбома: After Mathematics

The sweetest symphony is full of hot despair
But all too soon you’re erasing my whole kiss
A dance we had six years ago when we were young and scared
Full of empty promises and threats
So we complain about a place we’d never been
And argued over pictures in a book
It always feels so incomplete, another day, another street
Another sweet, uneasy look
I used to know just what I’d say if you confronted me How come I can’t remember now?
You ask why I write such good songs, I think it’s plain to see
I have to let it out somehow
No one can sing like me And no one can play guitar like me And no one says the things I say
And no one else ever feels this way
I can’t explain myself
It would sound much better from someone else
But you chose me, and you were wrong
And that’s why I write such good songs
In the time it takes to make one mistake, you’re up and gone
And I’m so tired that I just watch you run
You always hide my evidence and clean your snowflake fingerprints
Off the loaded barrel of my tongue
I can’t ignore you anymore but what else can I say?
It seems absurd to argue now
I guess we should have kept in touch 'cause when you can’t talk,
you think too much
And it all builds up 'til it all comes out
When everything I try to say comes out so foolishly
I have no choice except to lie
So when I tell you that I hate the things you do to me
I wonder why I even try
No one can sing like me And no one can play guitar like me And no one says the things I say
And no one else ever feels this way
I can’t explain myself
It would sound much better from someone else
But you chose me, and you were wrong
And that’s why I write such good songs
No one can sing like me And no one can play guitar like me And no one says the things I say
And no one else ever feels this way
I can’t explain myself
It would sound much better from someone else
But you chose me, and you were wrong
And that’s why I write such good songs
No one can sing like me And no one can play guitar like me And no one says the things I say
And no one else ever feels this way
I can’t explain myself
It would sound much better from someone else
But you chose me, and you were wrong
And that’s why I write such good songs
No one can sing like me And no one can play guitar like me And no one says the things I say
And no one else ever feels this way
I can’t explain myself

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