Piano Magic - The Troubled Sleep Of Piano Magic (2005) by Piano Magic (보컬) on maniadb.com

Out of season, out of heart,
I cross you off beneath the stars
Autumn leaves a nasty scar
and with the leaves, the heart departs
You're off the map, you've left the book
I'm off my head and treading luck
And it's too late to call you up
The heart migrates, it comes unstuck
I light a candle for Saint Marie,
in the hope she never brings you back to me
I light a candle for Saint Marie,
in the hope she never brings you back to me

You turn on your side like you have to face North
Or else you can't sleep : the unwritten law
But how can you sleep with my heart so loud?
Like a scream in a jar, like the sound of a crowd
And way out at sea, the waves and the masts know that they've lost
That they're heading for rocks
But the captain's adrift in dreams of dry land
Of the view from the lighthouse, of my name in the sand

Geography, be kind to me, for the miles apart are killing me
Tonight I would die to be by her side so speed the road, rush the lights
Speed the road, rush the lights
Even bad girls sleep tonight
Even bad girls sleep tonight
Their aspirin white legs, scarred by young lust's overbite
Even bad girls sleep tonight
Even bad girls dream tonight
Their aspirin white legs, scarred by young lust's overbite
The snapped Ratner's chain glints cold in the night
The snapped ankle chain glints cold in the night
Caution is thrown to the wind and it does not blow back
Caution is thrown to the wind and it does not blow back
Geography, please be kind to me for the miles apart are killing me
Tonight I would die to be by her side so speed the road, rush the lights
Speed the road, rush the lights

Outside, the fairground in snow,
revolves like a waltz, funeral slow
And summer has gone, collapsed like a chair
Like the heart of a bird, a bell on the air
...

Inside, the wireless in snow
The orchestra drowns, funeral slow
And autumn has gone and with it the bloom -
the harvest of stars, like moths to the moon
Help me warm this frozen heart ......

The tollbooth martyrs, 21 - 56
Leave their lives at the gate and beneath the standard issue crucifix
Push their summers to the side of the plate
Live their lives through diaries, can't get jobs in libraries
Live their lives through diaries, can't get jobs in libraries
The calendar model, long-retired, expecting her third, joined a choir
The saucer of coins marks off the years from college to dole to tollbooth cashier
Live their lives through diaries, can't get jobs in libraries
Live their lives through diaries, can't get jobs in libraries

Tonight, I can't sleep, the heart's all wires
The moon is widowed, the stars, retired
i'll never travel and I'm always tired but I still love you and I can't lie
Don't you ever go home?

Came to London to find myself
but in ten million people
Where do you start?
Drunk at a party
You asked me if I was someone else and I say
Yeah, if it helps you, I won't be myself
Like Japanese poets who capture a Summer
in only three lines
With just one kiss
I want to tell you but it takes all night
You just can't wait for the right time
because like comets
It could be the last time
You should always tell them you love them
In case you never see them again .......

What does not destroy me can only make me stronger