Sunday's Best
Sunday's Best - Don't Let It Fade songtekst
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Trace around her lips with his fingers, he tries to draw on a smile, "Give it time. These scars are the stars that will show you the light." And now she's all he sees; he stays awake to watch her breathe the unheard melodies; the grace notes of her restless sleep. Hold me now, don't let it fade away from here. It's so clear… His tattered undershirtâ€â€a souvenir that she likes to breathe in. She sighsâ€â€days spent doing nothing unconscious of time. And now he's all she sees; she stays awake to watch him breathe the unknown poetry; sweet sonnets of how it should be. And everybody might just have these same ideas-- these same plans--I suppose... We've found a perfect niche: where plastic meets perfect, kill substance for style... But inside, we get burned by the fuel that we cannot deny.