bright eyes'ın fevers and mirrors albümünden, en güzel sözlü olan. ağlamayanı ağlatır, ağlayanın yaralarını kanatır. fazla içten, fazla melankolik. dinleyin.. dinlettirin acıyı tanısınlar, dinletmeyin artık ağlamasınlar dediğim şarkı.
the phone slips from a loose grip.
words were missed then, some apology
(like) i didn't want to tell you this
no it's just some guy she's been hanging out with
i don't know the past couple weeks i('d) guess
thank you and hang up the phone
let the funeral start
hear the casket close
let's pin split-black ribbon to your overcoat.
laughter pours from under doors in this house i don't
understand that sound no more. seems artificial like a tv set.
haligh, haligh, haligh, haligh this weight it must be satisfied.
you offer only one reply, you know not what you do.
but you tear and tear your hair from roots
(from) that same head you have twice removed
now a lock of hair you said would prove:
our love would never die.
well, ha ha ha.
i remember everything the words we spoke on freezing south street.
all those mornings watching you get ready for school.
you combed your hair inside that mirror, the one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears
something about those bright colors would always make you feel better.
(but) now we speak with ruined tongues and the words we say aren't meant for anyone.
it's just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance, but there was once you
you said you hate my suffering and you understood (and) you'd take care of me.
you'd always be there, well where are you now?
haligh, haligh, haligh, haligh, the plans were never finalized but left to hang like yarn and twine
dangling before my eyes. as you tear and tear your hair from roots,
(from) that same head that you have twice removed now a lock of hair you said would prove
our love would never die.
and i sing and sing of awful things, the pleasure that my sadness brings
as my fingers press onto the strings (in) yet another clumsy chord.
haligh, haligh, an awful lie
this weight will now be satisfied
i will give you only one reply:
i know not who i am, but i talk in the mirror to the stranger that appears.
our conversations are circles and always one sided, nothing is clear.
except we keep coming back to this meaning that i lack,
he says the choices were given now you must live them
or just not live. but do you want that?
the phone slips from a loose grip.
words were missed then, some apology
(like) i didn't want to tell you this
no it's just some guy she's been hanging out with
i don't know the past couple weeks i('d) guess
thank you and hang up the phone
let the funeral start
hear the casket close
let's pin split-black ribbon to your overcoat.
laughter pours from under doors in this house i don't
understand that sound no more. seems artificial like a tv set.
haligh, haligh, haligh, haligh this weight it must be satisfied.
you offer only one reply, you know not what you do.
but you tear and tear your hair from roots
(from) that same head you have twice removed
now a lock of hair you said would prove:
our love would never die.
well, ha ha ha.
i remember everything the words we spoke on freezing south street.
all those mornings watching you get ready for school.
you combed your hair inside that mirror, the one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears
something about those bright colors would always make you feel better.
(but) now we speak with ruined tongues and the words we say aren't meant for anyone.
it's just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance, but there was once you
you said you hate my suffering and you understood (and) you'd take care of me.
you'd always be there, well where are you now?
haligh, haligh, haligh, haligh, the plans were never finalized but left to hang like yarn and twine
dangling before my eyes. as you tear and tear your hair from roots,
(from) that same head that you have twice removed now a lock of hair you said would prove
our love would never die.
and i sing and sing of awful things, the pleasure that my sadness brings
as my fingers press onto the strings (in) yet another clumsy chord.
haligh, haligh, an awful lie
this weight will now be satisfied
i will give you only one reply:
i know not who i am, but i talk in the mirror to the stranger that appears.
our conversations are circles and always one sided, nothing is clear.
except we keep coming back to this meaning that i lack,
he says the choices were given now you must live them
or just not live. but do you want that?