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Three Nights On The Front Lyrics
- Genre:Metal
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
The air is still, the pines smell nice
I'm with my friends, for one more night
She fills my cup, another glass of wine
I tell her we'll be fine, but inside I am scared
To live a life, in just three days
I pray that it's enough, I think about what's lost
The night grows long, she holds me close
We dream of Madrid, and then I wake
I'll just think about it more
About the beauty of art and nature and life and the people you meet
And the boundless particulate transference and transformations that spontaneously shimmer and pop
With the quickly passing infinite moment of comparison
Your life and mine in this moment I see it all
I've lived yours, I've suffered and loved not like you but literally as you
In this moment we align and our souls meet above our bodies in secret laughter
A smile and a nod, just a glance and I'm enraptured
Totally forcefully here and meeting you with your eyes
I only wish to hold this sweet contact forever because we've loved and will love again
I know you're in there I know the you in there because you know the me in here
Hello, my love it's you again and again and again
Hello my love
Hello my love, it's you again
Hello my love
It's you again
Here we are playing with creation
Playing with the lines bordering reality and whatever else is out there
We hold hands across the line
That's how it is when you show yourself through the hand of a human and manifest as beauty's eyes
Hello my love, it's you again
I have no questions
You've quieted my questing mind
You've cooled the fire inside
You are the fire, you are the inside
The air is still, the pines smell nice
I'm with my friends, for just one night
She fills my cup, another glass of wine
I tell her we'll be fine, but inside I am scared
To live a life, in just three days
I pray that it's enough, I think about what's lost
The night grows long, my hand grows coarse
We dream of Madrid, and then I wake
We dream of Madrid, and then I wake
We dream of Madrid, and then I wake
And then I wake
And then, and then I wake
And then I wake