Слова песни Treehouses — Soft Voices

thoughts of what we've lost and gained
are twisting this allegory
onto itself
always tired
never resting
time was never an ally

we talk in soft voices
making efforts to push time
the inevitable forgone conclusions
slightly further out of sight
it's working from where I sit
even sadness is warm and familiar with you

the numbness is gone
instead awakened is dormant passion
unfamiliar enthusiasm
appreciation for mundane drones and routine
i've never been so fucking happy sitting next to someone on a bus

i see four stars from where I’m sitting
please tell me you can see them too
remind me you’re on this earth with me

we hold on to
each dying second
savouring moments
sticking memories
on our walls
not forgetting
not forgetting

when waiting vacant expectations
pull my nerves
the complex puppetry of trembling limbs
in continuum
every second away from you
i'm consumed
mesmerised by memories
tripping over expectations

wasting time never felt so productive
bright lights masking past struggles
Tendencies for melodrama foster apprehension

I remember lies I told myself to create fantasies
where all happiness is fiction
naive pursuit leaves me depleted
deconstructing feelings
thinking about thinking
and writing about writing

but time is fluid
thoughts come easier
like cones were stoned stones you've thrown
away and further than I thought

no longer do i easily find inspiration
defaulting to self pity
fuck wallowing in tears shed
over an unwillingness to let go
step outside
come with me

we hold on to
each dying second
savouring moments
sticking memories
on our walls
not forgetting
not forgetting