Текст Hotel Books – Constant Conclusions

This is what I said to myself in a deep dream.
There’s a relief
That belief
Is all inside of me,

But then I find this hope inside,
When I finally cross these wires.
Not so that I die,
But so my brain will fry.
So I’ll be dulled down enough to believe your lies
When you cross the t’s and you dot the I’s.
And I’ll believe you,
Because I can see through the rescue
When I saw a familiar bleak view,
When I broke my neck to see over the fence
Just to see how green the grass on the other side of it is.

But I know good and well
That these self-help pity-party depths of hell,
Chasing a burning desire like whiskey down your throat,
Drowning out the fact that the facts are in,
And you’re still gonna say «No»,
But I can’t let go
‘Cause this echoing promise of hope

‘Cause confusion of who you need me to be has stricken me,
But love has no weapons, and love is never fighting.
So, darling, why are we,
When love was the original intention of this home we built in our sleep?

Every night I lie awake,
And I know my heart will break,
But what hurts the most is knowing, knowing it’s happening to you.

Every night I lie awake,
And I know my heart will break,
But what hurts the most is knowing, knowing it’s happening to you.