Hold up
Fold your flowers
Even actors of the tragedies
Must renegotiate sometimes
Let's make the future our last lie
Strangers
Climb the stairs of the museum
Asking why I tried
Nobody wants to feel surprised
Forgiven at a funeral
And brother
I just had to fuck up
To find out we were right
I'm getting used to this by now
We only see clear through blind eyes
Don't trust every sign you will be leaving
Longing leads away
By now your tracks have grown too wide
You have disowned your last disguise
Well it's not that I am saying this for nothing
But I just thought I'd try
Unwrap the loose ends you have tied
I think it's gonna be a while
