{"id":566,"date":"2013-02-24T10:42:07","date_gmt":"2013-02-24T15:42:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/betweenillnessandmigration.com\/lyrics\/underneath-a-stretching-skyline\/"},"modified":"2015-04-28T01:43:46","modified_gmt":"2015-04-28T05:43:46","slug":"underneath-a-stretching-skyline","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/betweenillnessandmigration.com\/fr\/paroles\/underneath-a-stretching-skyline\/","title":{"rendered":"Underneath A Stretching Skyline"},"content":{"rendered":"
He called me late last night,
\nSaying he found something or someone
\nIt wasn’t clear, or maybe I wasn’t totally awake
\nI wish I’ve been<\/p>\n

The lights are flowing down
\nThe lights are flowing down
\nRight down over the edge
\nRight down over the edge
\nOf another night<\/p>\n

Everything seems so blurry at times
\nAs if the world was falling on its knees
\nAs if the skyline was stretching somehow
\nAre we all the same
\nUnderneath…<\/p>\n

The lights are flowing down
\nSkyline just hit the ground
\nWe\u2019re standing over the edge
\nAll yearning over the edge
\nOf another night
\nOf another night
\nJust another night
\nJust another night<\/p>\n

He said thank you, or sorry, I don’t know
\nHe sounded good\u2026 at peace…
\nHe didn’t say much, I wish he had
\nAt least, for just another night<\/p>\n

The lights are flowing down
\nSkyline just hit the ground
\nOur shadows are the ghosts
\nOur shadows are the ghosts<\/p>\n

I’ve seen every color
\nFelt every shiver of the city
\nAs much as a son, I’ve never felt at home <\/p>\n

The water keeps its course as the buildings
\nAre stretching through the sky,
\nThe sky is fading underneath,
\nLike a soul kneeling for peace,
\nA thousand cries without a tear
\nWe\u2019re craving whispers, dressed with fears<\/p>\n

He wasn’t just a \u00ab\u00a0guy\u00a0\u00bb
\nHe’s always been someone to me
\nJust glad I had him if not even till dawn<\/p>\n

And in the drift of days, the drift of lonely days
\nStatic is the essence of life, when dreams keep falling apart
\nFor another night<\/p>\n

Dreams become wishes that will vanish into prayers
\nAnd prayers are turned into empty promises
\nAren’t we all<\/p>\n

The lights are flowing down
\nSkyline just hit the ground
\nOur shadows are the ghosts, no colors
\nOur shadows are the ghosts, no colors<\/p>\n

His clothes never fit him quite right
\nI wish I had understood a bit more
\nSilence could be pretty loud you know<\/p>\n

The lights are flowing down
\nSkyline just hit the ground
\nOur shadows are the ghosts, no colors
\nOur shadows are the ghosts, no colors<\/p>\n

Darkness is a leopard growling for shades
\nMy twilight\u2019s getting brighter
\nI’m too hopeless to care, oh brother
\nToo hopeless to care, oh brother
\nToo desperate to see no colors<\/p>\n

The water keeps its course as the buildings
\nAre stretching through the sky,
\nThe sky is fading underneath,
\nLike a soul kneeling for peace,
\nA thousand cries without a tear
\nWe\u2019re craving whispers, dressed with fears<\/p>\n

For faithless wonderland we\u2019re mourning after
\nla la la la la la la la la
\nUnderneath<\/p>\n

He left a few words of his own around
\nWho knows, I might leave as well
\nMaybe I just forgot what it was like to lose it all, all over again<\/p>\n

I loved everything about this place,
\nLike a stranger would fall in love
\nSomehow innocence is a plague here,
\nAnd I needed more to keep breathing…<\/p>\n

The water keeps its course as the buildings
\nAre stretching through the sky,
\nThe sky is fading underneath,
\nLike a soul kneeling for peace,
\nA thousand cries without a tear
\nWe\u2019re craving whispers, dressed with fears<\/p>\n

Faithless wonderland we\u2019re mourning after
\nla la la la la la la la la
\nUnderneath<\/p>\n

Paroles: A. Foster
\nMusique: Your Favorite Enemies
\nEnregistr\u00e9 au studio \u201cThe Upper Room\u201d<\/em>

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