Cavalcades - Burning Matchsticks | Текст песни

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I picture you with shards of tears tearing down your cheeks, in the dark in your bedroom. There’s still barely a twitch from me. You can twist and you can writhe but don’t expect me to sympathise. I’m detached and you told me that.
Putting on those somber eyes can’t disguise the way you felt on those nights. Now I’m stepping out on the cracking streets of this crumbling coastal town.
I remember at seventeen in the pouring rain, how I’d never feel that free again. Cold concrete underfoot and skies open overhead. I lost those friends long ago but I can’t say it bothers me at all. I just miss the youthful arrogance, the crutch that helped me limp through it.

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