Park - Pomona For Empusa Lyrics
Are we still connected or was it just a plot,to get yourself off, and hope that I'm notlistening when it happens.(she said)I can't begin to say how sorry I am,I never ment for this to happen.Sun goes down, the knife come out..I'm on the island you left me on,such a sickend strip of sand;no lifeboats, no getting off.We give up, we give in, we take what we can;we're trapped deep without a second chance.we give up, we give in, withought blinking;Jesus Christ, what was I thinking?Are these lungs desperatley filled by someonecharming and sad,because you know your lover,won't be back?Are these words useless and absurd?Such a sight of this,makes the harbor and the water sick.Shall I stay rejected or in a drunken song?Like a bitter old man sunk in his fangs.Try not to get caught.(he said)I know you didn't miss the sound that I made;it's simple, it's sad, and easy to fake.Live wits down, the knife come out.I'm on the island you left me on,such a sickend strip of sand;no lifeboats, no getting off.We give up, we give in, we take what we can;we're trapped deep without a second chance.We give up, we give in, withought thinking;I'll be there the night you go down.Are these lungs desperatley filled by someonestarving and sad,because you know your lover,won't be back?Are these words useless and absurd?Such a sight of this,makes the harbor and the water sick.I understand your reasons,for this awkward dance.I'd leave me, too,if I thought I had the slightest chance.-a
