Texty:
False Heroics

Stretching in her seatbelt She turned and said to me, ?If I died today it would be kind of a relief.? And I said to her, ?Yeah, I know what you mean.

Shapes shimmer in your colours Square, circle, red, yellow, blue Melding into technicolour Of my dreams of truth of youth of you We?ll see a new congregation

Standing there in the pouring rain My sun sets to the north Can't you see the glow? Light fades for the fatherless But I harbour hope Cant you see me

The look in your eyes is so familiar But what does it mean? I?m drawn to you like the sunshine in June And I need to come clean All these years that

Amar shonar Bangla, Ami tomae bhalobashi. Chirodin tomar akash, Tomar batash, Amar prane Bajae bashi. Ma, tor bodonkhani molin hole, Ami noeon ami