Twenty Five To Midnight歌词
Punchline - War On A Feeling
LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
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Refused to find the stars aligned
In skies ripe for misleading;
Reserve them my contempt.
And worlds behind their obscured lights,
Confidence depleted
In hopes that you won't find us retreating.
The more I stalled, suburban sprawl kept creeping ever closer,
Forewarned though I had been.
A family's ware, so unprepared to cope with their confinement.
It reminded me of the times
When I sit down and cry,
And hope you find someone who won't hurt you
As much as I know I do.
“Twenty-five years down the line,”
Means a hundred changing seasons:
Do you fear what might well pass?
It subsides, like how the better part of me dies.
I'm missing what the days have been stealing,
Staring up at the ceiling,