Forever the dancers
But never on the stage
Always were built to be entwined
Till you step out of time
Because you killed all the authors
‘Their styles were a state’
If opinions are not the question dear
Then why I am I still here?
If we live forever
You’re gonna learn that everything runs round the bends
You paint all the walls with numbers
And build them all around you
So you don’t have to see through
You build them all around you
So you don’t have to see through
You built them yourself.
Before you bleach the colours,
Remember how to mesmerize and captivate
Or pick up yourself
But then you start to show me
The kind of place you hope will let you start again
You paint all the walls with numbers
And build them all around you
So you don’t have to see through
You build them all around you
So you don’t have to see through
Just let them drop.
Let them drop and let them swirl; these portals let you see the world in brighter ways than you can know, these portals made to help you grow.
Held my breath with broken hands
I say this so you understand
These words I say are simply slipping through.
credits
from SILVER SCREENS EP,
track released June 11, 2012
Written and performed by History Of The Trade.
Engineered, produced and mastered by Chris Coulter (Homeless Music Group)
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