paroles de chanson Into the Black - Creeper
                                                    I 
                                                hear 
                                                you're 
                                                doing 
                                                better 
                                                now 
                                                since 
                                                the 
                                                night 
                                                one 
                                                year 
                                                ago.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                Christmas 
                                                present; 
                                                    a 
                                                last 
                                                resort.
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                much 
                                                of 
                                                me 
                                                on 
                                                show.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                fell 
                                                for 
                                                you 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                falling 
                                                plane 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                captain 
                                                who 
                                                accepts 
                                                his 
                                                fate.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                call 
                                                he 
                                                won't 
                                                make 
                                                to 
                                                his 
                                                wife, 
                                                "don't 
                                                remember 
                                                me 
                                                so 
                                                drained 
                                                of 
                                                life".
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                end, 
                                                    I 
                                                regret. 
                                                Because 
                                                the 
                                                ties 
                                                that 
                                                bind 
                                                us 
                                                there 
                                                bend 
                                                but 
                                                don't 
                                                break. 
                                                Understand, 
                                                what's 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                hand 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                goodbye 
                                                too 
                                                sad 
                                                to 
                                                send.
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                sleep 
                                                in 
                                                spite, 
                                                breaks 
                                                my 
                                                heart 
                                                that 
                                                you 
                                                were 
                                                right.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                braved 
                                                the 
                                                night, 
                                                    I 
                                                heard 
                                                your 
                                                news.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Guess 
                                                what 
                                                you 
                                                never 
                                                own 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                worst 
                                                to 
                                                lose?
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                feeling 
                                                I've 
                                                not 
                                                held 
                                                since 
                                                June.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                remember 
                                                you 
                                                this 
                                                grey 
                                                and 
                                                blue.
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                end, 
                                                    I 
                                                regret. 
                                                Because 
                                                the 
                                                ties 
                                                that 
                                                bind 
                                                us 
                                                there 
                                                bend 
                                                but 
                                                don't 
                                                break. 
                                                Understand, 
                                                what's 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                hand 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                goodbye 
                                                too 
                                                sad 
                                                to 
                                                send.
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                sleep 
                                                in 
                                                spite, 
                                                oh
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                more 
                                                will 
                                                    I 
                                                lie 
                                                waiting, 
                                                praying 
                                                for 
                                                clarity 
                                                to 
                                                fill 
                                                your 
                                                mind.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Commiserating, 
                                                embracing 
                                                what 
                                                dies 
                                                in 
                                                us 
                                                while 
                                                we 
                                                are 
                                                still 
                                                alive.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                you 
                                                were 
                                                right.
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                more 
                                                will 
                                                    I 
                                                lie 
                                                waiting, 
                                                praying 
                                                for 
                                                clarity 
                                                to 
                                                fill 
                                                your 
                                                mind.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Commiserating, 
                                                embracing 
                                                what 
                                                dies 
                                                in 
                                                us 
                                                while 
                                                we 
                                                are 
                                                still 
                                                alive.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                you 
                                                were 
                                                right.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                you 
                                                were 
                                                right.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                you 
                                                were 
                                                right.
 
                                    
                                
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