Songs that appear in my head out of thin air. Guitar-focused mostly.
Lyrics
The wind twirling up my hair carries faces of my love, carries pictures of my heart
Both are nothing like what they’ve been before, but only one is torn apart
And I slowly turn away, or should I rather say I try, as I can only close my eyes
And I long for a little death, an everlasting sleep, until someone decides to wake me up again
And at night I find rest inside my very own microcosm
Parallel universe
So hard to not become addicted
As I seek myself in someone else
And I shut out the world; the sun’s denied the entrance in my place, since there’s nothing it could shine on
And I learn to steer my thoughts, don’t want them to get caught in the labyrinth of redigesting
And as I find out about the world with my room bathed in the moonlight it slowly becomes so small
Inside is the name of my escape’s direction since it’s the only way I know
And at night I find so little rest inside my very own microcosm
Parallel universe
So hard to not become addicted
As I have no clue what I’m looking for
The smoking hanging in my hair carries faces of my love, carries pictures of my heart
Both are nothing like what they’ve been before, but only one is torn apart
And I slowly close my eyes, and open them again, to think of my next turn
Outside is the name of my escape’s direction since it’s the only way I don’t know
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