Television Set
Television set’s still on, a distinct murmur
Through all the screams and the sighs
I hear you sing, I hear you sing
Television set’s still on, a distinct murmur
As if your heartbeat were mine and we were one
Didn’t ever take it seriously, hey, it’s just one life
Didn’t ever think about you once, hey, you’re just a person
And as if the television were you, it broke one day
And the snow continues to fall in the blackened world
A distinct murmur, yeah, a rumor fallen back
Warmth is an illusion, lips painted blood red
I wondered then what it ment to break apart
Answered my question, painted the bath blood red
Hey, on repeat rewind and I wondered then
What it ment to break apart
Didn’t ever take it seriously, hey, it’s just one life
Didn’t ever think about you once, hey, you’re just a person
And as if you were the television set, you broke one day
Your snow continues to fall in your oblivious state
Wondering what it means to break apart, just how you did
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- May 18, 2010 / 2:23 pm
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