Don't you forget what I've told you
So many years
We are hopeless and slaves to our fears
We're an accident called human beings
So many years
We are hopeless and slaves to our fears
We're an accident called human beings
Don't be angry for loving the baby
And say it's unreal
So many lives turned to salt
Like roses who're hiding their thorns
And say it's unreal
So many lives turned to salt
Like roses who're hiding their thorns
It's the end of the world
The end of the world
It's a prison for dreams and for hopes
And still we believe there is God
It's the end of the world
The end of the world
We're dead but pretend we're alive
Full of ignorance, fools in disguise
The end of the world
It's a prison for dreams and for hopes
And still we believe there is God
It's the end of the world
The end of the world
We're dead but pretend we're alive
Full of ignorance, fools in disguise
In your room doing nothing
But staring at flickering screens
Streets are empty, but still you can hear
Joy of children turning to tears
But staring at flickering screens
Streets are empty, but still you can hear
Joy of children turning to tears
Disease hides around every corner
Quiet, lay still
Wait for a moment to hear
We forgot what is touch, what to feel
Quiet, lay still
Wait for a moment to hear
We forgot what is touch, what to feel
It's the end of the world
The end of the world
It's a prison for dreams and for hopes
And still we believe there is God
It's the end of the world
The end of the world
We're dead but pretend we're alive
Full of ignorance, fools in disguise
The end of the world
It's a prison for dreams and for hopes
And still we believe there is God
It's the end of the world
The end of the world
We're dead but pretend we're alive
Full of ignorance, fools in disguise
Take this pill, it will make you feel dizzy
And then give you wings
Soon, boy, you'll fall into sleep
Without nightmares, without any fears
And then give you wings
Soon, boy, you'll fall into sleep
Without nightmares, without any fears
If you wake up in hell or in heaven
Tell the angels we're here
Waiting below for a dream
Here in the garden of sin
Tell the angels we're here
Waiting below for a dream
Here in the garden of sin
It's the end of the world
The end of the world
It's a prison for dreams and for hopes
And still we believe there is God
It's the end of the world
The end of the world
We're dead but pretend we're alive
Full of ignorance, fools in disguise
The end of the world
It's a prison for dreams and for hopes
And still we believe there is God
It's the end of the world
The end of the world
We're dead but pretend we're alive
Full of ignorance, fools in disguise
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Per la serie, leggere per caso Steven Wilson quando hai già finito di sfogliare il giornale, e scoprire di un concerto quando è ormai troppo tardi. Poco male, sono desargentée (che penso sia abbastanza chiaro come significato, però su Garzanti online non c'è, e se lo cerco su google il primo risultato è "webcam de jeune romaine desargentée... Le top de vidéos porno!", alè -.-
Intanto ci sono ben tre album dei Blackfield, e io ne ignoravo l'esistenza fino ad oggi. Questo vuol dire che ho un sacco di musica da ascoltare, e ciò è bene.
Buonanotte.
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