Every night you'd fall asleep to my seranades A collection of spoken words and whispers Like a prophet without text, I could not say what would happen next, when your mind drifts to dreams, and you fall through the seams of reality, there is no turning back, black and white polaroids are portraits of a perfect ending, one we may never reach, a perfect sunset on an empty beach Obsessions over crossing stars Obsessions over you... ... living for a moment miles away has left me choking on the right words to say Everything seemed so perfect in our foolish dreams Were we foolish to follow the only hope we knew? Was it foolish for me to follow you? no... ... the dream that we abruptly awoke from on that day was a contrast to reality A painful awakening to sour salty air, this isn't what we waited for Our dream of salvation shattered as reality slowly set in Like waking from a dream of falling from the highest tower to find yourself on the floor Covered in sweat Your hopes of perfection sought in dreams were shattered that summer Dreams of sweet summer love turned sour But like a prophet without text, I couldnt say what happens next
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Copy to Clipboard: Every night you'd fall asleep to my seranades A collection of spoken words and whispers Like a prophet without text, I could not say what would happen next, when your mind drifts to dreams, and you fall through the seams of reality, there is no turning back, black and white polaroids are portraits of a perfect ending, one we may never reach, a perfect sunset on an empty beach Obsessions over crossing stars Obsessions over you... ... living for a moment miles away has left me choking on the right words to say Everything seemed so perfect in our foolish dreams Were we foolish to follow the only hope we knew? Was it foolish for me to follow you? no... ... the dream that we abruptly awoke from on that day was a contrast to reality A painful awakening to sour salty air, this isn't what we waited for Our dream of salvation shattered as reality slowly set in Like waking from a dream of falling from the highest tower to find yourself on the floor Covered in sweat Your hopes of perfection sought in dreams were shattered that summer Dreams of sweet summer love turned sour But like a prophet without text, I couldnt say what happens next
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