Testo The Farewell Party - Cursive
Testo della canzone The Farewell Party (Cursive), tratta dall'album Such Blinding Stars for Starving Eyes
Bored voyance
And promptly he hung up the phone
There was a doorbell ringing
So he snuck out onto the terrace
He said if these were my last words
Would they even make print?
If all I had to say
Was simply over-said
By those old heretics
These words are counterfeit
Xeroxed from a memory
And no one's listening
Twilight tones
All the champagne is gone
All that's left is left behind
Doorbell still life
Since you're leaving
Was it a hollowed-out heart?
Seems you've been searching for some worldly position
Somewhere you can curl up in a little ball
Or feel the world collapse in
In the furthest room
The source of pain
Where we're all condemned
It's the warm static
Starving for salvation
Until you're struck, tired and alone
Farewell, dead skin
These words are second-hand
They're dry, they're cracked plastic lines
They're cheap, on horns
They're wasting their lives
In search of the warmest room
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Writer(s): Alison Galea, Mark Sansone, Ian Schranz
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