Pomona for Empuse — текст песни (park)

Are we still connected or was it just a plot,
to get yourself off, and hope that I`m not
listening when it happens.
(she said)
I can`t begin to say how sorry I am,
I never ment for this to happen.
Sun goes down, the knife come out..

I`m on the island you left me on,
such a sickend strip of sand;
no lifeboats, no getting off.

We give up, we give in, we take what we can;
we`re trapped deep without a second chance.
we give up, we give in, withought blinking;
Jesus Christ, what was I thinking?

Are these lungs desperatley filled by someone
charming and sad,
because you know your lover,
won`t be back?
Are these words useless and absurd?
Such a sight of this,
makes the harbor and the water sick.

Shall I stay rejected or in a drunken song?
Like a bitter old man sunk in his fangs.
Try not to get caught.
(he said)
I know you didn`t miss the sound that I made;
it`s simple, it`s sad, and easy to fake.
Live wits down, the knife come out.

I`m on the island you left me on,
such a sickend strip of sand;
no lifeboats, no getting off.

We give up, we give in, we take what we can;
we`re trapped deep without a second chance.
We give up, we give in, withought thinking;
I`ll be there the night you go down.

Are these lungs desperatley filled by someone
starving and sad,
because you know your lover,
won`t be back?
Are these words useless and absurd?
Such a sight of this,
makes the harbor and the water sick.

I understand your reasons,
for this awkward dance.
I`d leave me, too,
if I thought I had the slightest chance.

I cry loud to these sheets they grip back tight.
Fall asleep to the sound of my own life.
If I drink this bottle fast enough,
I might get lucky and won`t wake up. [x2]