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Description
Those same faces, those distant laughs
Contorted into targets, distorted into photographs
Broken and missing they are slowly drifting apart
I miss them, I miss them.
But they are ghostly when in actual flesh,
Every one another dusty jar of broken hearts

*Chorus*

Maybe if I chase the sunset it won't hurt so bad
if I revive that bliss that I remember but never really had
When home is built of the fallen, and smudges on empty pictures I can't see
The cloudy fingerprints to blame belong to no one but me
If I am asked what I am missing, well, I don't really know
I want to be kidnapped in bars of wood or gold, my pieces hung up so they can be shown
Even if I'm forgotten at least my remains of yesterday's shadow won't feel too alone

These same places, these transparent landscapes
The pointless clockwork pieces with no longer a place in every day
These same phrases hanging from them, that I no longer have the purpose to say
But still I hold them within me, lying in them by tracing through my eyes
Each place feels the same inside, except for constantly breathing skies
Am I lost among the living, I'm only thinking clearly when I'm asleep
The people look forward and rush too fast to care, so I stand lost in the crowd, and weep
Though it's quite and pretty lonesome be sing alone
Singing in a choir of black and white, are you living in an earth of fraternal clones?

*Chorus*

Well, Maybe if I chase the sunset it won't hurt so bad
if I revive that bliss that I remember but never really had
When home is built of the fallen, and smudges on empty pictures I can't see
The cloudy fingerprints to blame belong to no one but me
If I am asked what I am missing, well, I don't really know
I want to be kidnapped in bars of wood or gold, my pieces hung up so they can be shown
Even if I'm forgotten at least my remains of yesterday's shadow won't feel too alone

Walking lonely through a crowd of strangers and lovers,
Pushing through mixed up blended layers of all the others
Am lost or just broken as I look through a bent mirror
What stares back grows clearer and feels farther as I grow nearer
My version is sharper with shards of broken up devotion
Cut up and bleeding,trailing broken glass jars with spilled out emotion

*Bridge*

Gazing with a bowed head at a child dancing alone
A patch of the guilt that wraps inside my skin, and is being constantly sewn
Such a pure and innocent smile, as she twirls, a canvas white and breakable as bone
Do I know her, Do I know her?....

"I remember" I want to whisper, so the waves could make her disappear,
Seeing me through the hourglass,I am desperate to know what invisible music that had played in my ears
I don't know whether to reach out my fingers to embrace her,
A tragedy that such a simple thing had been lost to myself...
And then she begins to blur...

*Chorus*

Well, Maybe if I chase the sunset it won't hurt so bad...
if I revive that bliss that I remember but never really had
When home is built of the fallen, and smudges on empty pictures I can't see
The cloudy fingerprints to blame belong to no one but me
If I am asked what I am missing, well, I don't really know
I want to be kidnapped in bars of wood or gold, my pieces hung up so they can be shown
Even if I'm forgotten at least my remains of yesterday's shadow won't feel too alone

That's me chasing the sunset though it is already dark,
(That's her, always waiting, to only fall apart)
I will race until I collapse looking for the past to restart...
(That's her, always waiting, to only fall apart)

Will she ever know what she's looking for is stored up in paintings and untouched easels in her heart....

Description
Those same faces, those distant laughs
Contorted into targets, distorted into photographs
Broken and missing they are slowly drifting apart
I miss them, I miss them.
But they are ghostly when in actual flesh,
Every one another dusty jar of broken hearts

*Chorus*

Maybe if I chase the sunset it won't hurt so bad
if I revive that bliss that I remember but never really had
When home is built of the fallen, and smudges on empty pictures I can't see
The cloudy fingerprints to blame belong to no one but me
If I am asked what I am missing, well, I don't really know
I want to be kidnapped in bars of wood or gold, my pieces hung up so they can be shown
Even if I'm forgotten at least my remains of yesterday's shadow won't feel too alone

These same places, these transparent landscapes
The pointless clockwork pieces with no longer a place in every day
These same phrases hanging from them, that I no longer have the purpose to say
But still I hold them within me, lying in them by tracing through my eyes
Each place feels the same inside, except for constantly breathing skies
Am I lost among the living, I'm only thinking clearly when I'm asleep
The people look forward and rush too fast to care, so I stand lost in the crowd, and weep
Though it's quite and pretty lonesome be sing alone
Singing in a choir of black and white, are you living in an earth of fraternal clones?

*Chorus*

Well, Maybe if I chase the sunset it won't hurt so bad
if I revive that bliss that I remember but never really had
When home is built of the fallen, and smudges on empty pictures I can't see
The cloudy fingerprints to blame belong to no one but me
If I am asked what I am missing, well, I don't really know
I want to be kidnapped in bars of wood or gold, my pieces hung up so they can be shown
Even if I'm forgotten at least my remains of yesterday's shadow won't feel too alone

Walking lonely through a crowd of strangers and lovers,
Pushing through mixed up blended layers of all the others
Am lost or just broken as I look through a bent mirror
What stares back grows clearer and feels farther as I grow nearer
My version is sharper with shards of broken up devotion
Cut up and bleeding,trailing broken glass jars with spilled out emotion

*Bridge*

Gazing with a bowed head at a child dancing alone
A patch of the guilt that wraps inside my skin, and is being constantly sewn
Such a pure and innocent smile, as she twirls, a canvas white and breakable as bone
Do I know her, Do I know her?....

"I remember" I want to whisper, so the waves could make her disappear,
Seeing me through the hourglass,I am desperate to know what invisible music that had played in my ears
I don't know whether to reach out my fingers to embrace her,
A tragedy that such a simple thing had been lost to myself...
And then she begins to blur...

*Chorus*

Well, Maybe if I chase the sunset it won't hurt so bad...
if I revive that bliss that I remember but never really had
When home is built of the fallen, and smudges on empty pictures I can't see
The cloudy fingerprints to blame belong to no one but me
If I am asked what I am missing, well, I don't really know
I want to be kidnapped in bars of wood or gold, my pieces hung up so they can be shown
Even if I'm forgotten at least my remains of yesterday's shadow won't feel too alone

That's me chasing the sunset though it is already dark,
(That's her, always waiting, to only fall apart)
I will race until I collapse looking for the past to restart...
(That's her, always waiting, to only fall apart)

Will she ever know what she's looking for is stored up in paintings and untouched easels in her heart....