Texty: Keane. Perfect Symmetry. Black Burning Heart.

I wish that I could be in the cellars of the sea
And disappear in them never to be seen again
Live this life, it's unrelenting appetite
For feeding off the weak who never had their turn to speak

The sky will be my shroud
A monument of cloud

If we could turn back you can't paper over the crack
But it will return now and your heart will burn black

Give me your hand, cut the skin, let me in
The molecules of us bleeding into one again

The sky will be my shroud
A cenotaph of cloud

If we could turn back you can't paper over the crack
But it will return now and your heart will burn black
Forgotten my way home, forgotten everything that I know
Every day a false start and it burns my heart, I know

Everything you said was right and I suppose
Everything is here forever till it goes
You gave it all away, kept nothing for yourself
Just a picture on a shelf

Je souhaiterais emerger
Dans les profondeurs des mers
Y disparaitre
Pour ne plus jamais etre vu

Burning up now
I'm racing down a road I don't recognize

I realize I've forgotten my way home
Forgotten everything that I know
Every day a false start and it burns my heart
Turn black