Saturday, 6 March 2010



In two more years, my sweetheart, we will see another view

Such longing for the past for such completion

What was once golden has now turned a shade of grey

I've become crueler in your presence


They say: "be brave, there's a right way in a wrong way"

This pain won't last for ever, this pain won't last for ever


Two more years, there's only two more years

Two more years, there's only two more years

Two more years so hold on


You've cried enough this lifetime, my beloved polar bear

Tears to fill a sea to drown a beacon

To start anew all over, remove those scars from your arms

To start anew all over more enlightened


I know, my love, this is not the only story you can tell

This pain won't last for ever, this pain won't last for ever


Two more years...


You don't need to find answers for questions never asked of you

You don't need to find answers


Dead weights, balloons

Drag me to you

Dead weights, balloons

To sleep in your arms


I've become crueler since I met you

I've become rougher, this world is killing me


And we cover our lies with handshakes and smiles

And we try to remember our alibis

We tell lies to our parents, who hide in their rooms

We bury our secrets in the garden

Of course we could never make this love last

I said of course we could never make this love last

The only love we know is love for ourselves

We bury our secrets in the garden

4 comments:

  1. one of my favorite songs :) kriszty

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  2. :) i remember in forth year i used to wish i was in fifth year just so i could listen to this song, sing along and think that it is true for me. i was even jealous of fifth year's :D

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  3. haha :) i've never thought of that. but i also had some songs like that. for example a hungarian one, which is about a girl, who's 14. i used to imagine that i'm 14. then i became 14, so i could sing it like it was about me. now when i'm 17, i'm just smiling and thinking about good old days :) i didn't realize that i was happy

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