Breeze - The Bunny The Bear

This can’t be right

There’s something inside that binds me

Spending my nights thinking of ways…

You’ll find me closer to the sun…

And I will swallow my pride, forget all the lies from lovers

I know it’s been said, the skirts on the bed, hearts flutter…

Thoughts of suicide or flowers?

It’s known.

Or at least it was at sometime…

That these lies roll your lips at a drop of a dime…

And the end…

And the end is not worthy

Of fairytale rhymes, peace of mind, don’t be worried

It’s sad, that I had such foolish remorse

For suspicion of lacking, for locking of doors

Like the coat hanger swinging by means of your clothes

Being torn…

Being torn

Like I’ve said, it’s kind of sad, we can’t hold on…

And pain is said to sweep away whats left of breathing

Like I’ve said, it’s kind of sad, you won’t hold on…

A lover’s bed, now dormant and deprived of meaning

You can sneak, while the city sleeps

Tie an anchor to my head

You can moan, if it builds a thrown for a heart thats lined in lead

Give it to me, give me more than… give me more than you know…

Give it to me, let me see you turn it to gold

Turn it to gold