Lungs - Hotel Books

Lungs - Hotel Books

Альбом
I'm Almost Happy Here, But I Never Feel At Home
Год
2014
Язык
`Engelska`
Длительность
255590

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Lungs

Hotel Books

Scream hallelujah until you cough up blood

'Cause the devil came for our minds, but he left with our love

So I looked into myself for something I knew nothing about

And found no solutions, but found a lot of doubt

And slowly found out my heart was a trapdoor

Waiting for the right one to fall in the center

So she would take a final bow and become mine forever

I found a pocket of comfort and acceptance and called it love

But it was just another season that would end

With leaves falling into mud

So we found ourselves in a new world

Where we would have to live out a fear and call it living by faith

A journey of forgetting who we are so we can remember our place

And we tried to read maps backwards

To lead us back to the beginning of the journey

The only place we could walk hand in hand and not feel so lonely

Then those maps of tangled lines

Became our footprints in sinking sand

We’re being washed away by waves

Of trusting each other to feel complete

But they came up short until we both felt alone and empty

With no breadcrumbs laid down to lead us back to safety

We thought this was built to last until we died

But even that doesn’t mean forever

At least, not in my mind

I trust in my ability to love more than I trusted love

And I trusted your smile as your emotions

Not a mask to cover up

Your hand scooping up buckets of blood

We would travel far, and see many new things

And we believed we could be anything

As long as we had each other

But the bother came when another stayed

Long enough to give you the feeling I did

When this journey began

And now, our hands are completely stained red

As we journey to see new country roads

Connected to the broken dreams of simple families

The roads lined with animals waiting for their turn at the slaughter

Reality on the roads we see

And a metaphor for our sons and daughters

'Cause the blood on our hands was the only way

To keep the root of our love watered

And we have nothing to believe in

But we still wanted to die like martyrs

And when someone came to carry me on this journey

The blood of our past flooding our beliefs

I watched someone come along and part the Red Sea

But even on dry land, I couldn’t breathe

Because my body built an immunity to your apathy

And that’s all I needed to believe

Love was still the reason I could stand on my own two feet

Scream hallelujah until you cough up blood

I inhaled this world for so long, I tore out my lungs

I tore out my lungs, I tore out my lungs

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