Break it down to start again
Bring us back to where it began
All these things I never could explain still rest within
Where will this all end?
Surely not where I intend
I did everything I wanted to but I am not content
Flashing lights inside my head
City streets have all turned red
I could have been someone but I stayed inside instead
Your memories will fade
Decline, dissolve and decay
We're living in a masquerade, a thousands year old play
an acquintace once told me at a manon meurt concert that he could write a computer program capable of generating dozens of songs that sound just like the band. well, good luck at that, pal! meanwhile, i'll stick to this beauty that transports me into shoegaze heaven every time i hear it. Don Armadillo