Museum Of Neurotic Origins
Museum Of Neurotic Origins - Pathfinder lyrics
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you don´t want to talk when the sun wont shine you don´t wanna talk without butterflies you just wanna plant hearts those who grows in trees deep down but if you go out in the midnight just to find out where they life in the shadows behind big walls one hand reaching one hand dead this is how the lost hearts beat at midnight this is how they sound without a feeling cut asleep this is how the silence bleed at midnight all the halfs and all the pieces runnin´fast to a drowned arc dinosaurs are back in the cities ´n they deny and they deny you can count january to december you can count all the leaves that drop antarctica will swallow the sunlight so free the trees out of your hands this is how the lost hearts beat at midnight this is how they sound without a feeling cut asleep this is how the silence bleed at midnight this is how a scream flee in the dark