Connector – A Lot Like Birds – letras

Go through solid stages not noticing meHands hold tightlyNo one sharesGo through solid stages not noticing meHands hold tightlyNo one sharesDoll it up!At the rate the paint is peeling off the wallWe’ll need to cover it!Before it all falls apart!Oh, it’ll all fall apartTruss it up!At the rate the skin is sloughing off our bonesThey’ll need to bury usBecause we all fall apartYeah, we all fall apartThe open mouths of these rooms are connectedBy a hallway, dark and narrowThat we pass through like marrow through boneAnd we do it aloneI miss the point and wish I still didn’t dreamA taste gone mad, a sweet sadness, my favorite feelingThe whispering walls sound like an endless corridorAnd at this rate, all the paint is peeling off the wallsAnd all I want to do is chase it (before it all falls apart)Down the hall made out of frozen facesExpressionless, eyes to the ground and lips locked tightEver so quiet, ever so quietAnd I never choose to taste hallucinations of what I’ve seenBecause I don’t see the difference between chasing ghosts in dreamsAnd chasing dreams in lifeDoll it up!All the ones still close to usAre the ones that most of usStill don’t see. Still don’t see the wayI would have thought that it could beThe sympathetic solutionDisillusionAnd if I stayed or left would you noticeMore or less of my existence?Out of the corner of my eyeI see the ghost stutter-stepping like strobe lightsEver-inching closer, but always out of reachSo I hold my breath and keep it under my tongueAnd wait until both of my lungs are filledIf I count to ten, will it all go away?Brushed aside or pushed aside?A difference in tensionIntention and force appliedCast aside or passing byPeople as canvases: Blank outside and bleak insideWe learned (and it caused other things asunder)To stay (and avoiding all the turmoil)Out of the way of each otherJust stay out of the way!Always colliding with the things that we had tried hard to avoidWe just bury them, close our eyes, cover it upBut what was buried managed to unlock the doorEven though we had boarded them, nailed them shut, hid the keysWill we (in for it now) ever (board up the house) find happiness?Clarity? Peace of mind?Follow me down the hallwayIf I should take a fall, don’t look backPick a doorAny doorAny door!Now!And now we sit in what was built on our dreamsA space, now sad, speaks madness, attempts concealingThe crumbling wallsIt feels like our time is getting shortAnd it’s too late cause all the paint is lying on the floorDid we selfishly erase it? (and we have all ignored the fault.)Busy filling mirrors with our damn faces?Circling flaws that we find without respiteWhat do we find? What do we find?And in the meantimeAll the vultures circle us in hopes to feedBecause they don’t see the difference betweenDeath disguised as life and life with lifeless eyesDoll it up!All the ones still close to usAre the ones that most of us still don’t see the wayI would have thought that it could beThe sympathetic solutionDisillusionBecause we all fall apart!Oh, we all fall apart!The open mouths close!