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Fairytales Tell Tales
- wykonawca: Cursive
- album: Burst And Bloom
Let's pretend were not needy.
Let's pretend our hearts still beat.
Let's pretend we fall in love tonight,
Clumsy enough to fall for anything.
We'll stumble on our words.
We'll spill our guts on creaking bar stools,
Below the neon blue.
Low lives hiding in dives there's no feeling in drinking, sleeping with strangers.
Ghosts passing through bedrooms unaware,
A faint reflection on the barback's mirror,
A face I never knew whispering,
"Please dont be a stranger to me. Who are you if you're alone?"
You're no good at pretending.
All my plays have tragic endings,
You wish I was a fairy tale.
This frog will never change anything.
Just pretend that you're in love,
That scolding sun is bound to come up eventually.
So who is it that whispers in your ear?
A haunting voice blows in through the window.
There's no feeling floating over beds,
A needy pleading apparition
Crying, "Who am I if I'm alone?
I hardly exist at all.
Let's pretend that we don't need anything anymore from anyone.
I don't want to feel anything anymore let's just pretend, we'll live happily ever after."
- album: Burst And Bloom
Let's pretend were not needy.
Let's pretend our hearts still beat.
Let's pretend we fall in love tonight,
Clumsy enough to fall for anything.
We'll stumble on our words.
We'll spill our guts on creaking bar stools,
Below the neon blue.
Low lives hiding in dives there's no feeling in drinking, sleeping with strangers.
Ghosts passing through bedrooms unaware,
A faint reflection on the barback's mirror,
A face I never knew whispering,
"Please dont be a stranger to me. Who are you if you're alone?"
You're no good at pretending.
All my plays have tragic endings,
You wish I was a fairy tale.
This frog will never change anything.
Just pretend that you're in love,
That scolding sun is bound to come up eventually.
So who is it that whispers in your ear?
A haunting voice blows in through the window.
There's no feeling floating over beds,
A needy pleading apparition
Crying, "Who am I if I'm alone?
I hardly exist at all.
Let's pretend that we don't need anything anymore from anyone.
I don't want to feel anything anymore let's just pretend, we'll live happily ever after."