Lexington. (Joey Pea-Pot with a Monkey Face) - Chiodos

The fields are near, and I won’t trust the air with secrets

I can’t stop holding this treasure in my arms

For all the water in the ocean

Could never turn this swan’s legs from black to white

Let them say, let them say, let them say what they please

You won’t be leaving my arms ever, I promise you that

Even if you want me to let go, honey.

Even if you want me to let go

You won’t be leaving my arms ever.

I promise you that

Even if you want me to let go, honey

Even if you say the things that make me want to lose you

We went on drinking, celebrating something

I looked at you and said that 'I'm forever yours'

You looked at me and said 'Oh, the idea of being in love'

The idea, the idea of being forever yours

Screaming from the inside of me

A lonely and pleading phantasm

We only get what we see

Gazing so desperately

Between the things that we fear

Gazing so desperately

Elaborate delusions

We’re watching segregating illusions

Between the things that we see, and the things that we fear

No, no.

It won’t make them disappear