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[Spoken:]
The music played with a common frequency.
The speakers gently seeped the sound of ambient keyboards and light percussion,
creating a seductive soundtrack to our midnight drive through curtains of blackness.
The windows were cold to the touch, reflecting the icy conditions in our immediate extremity.
Salt stains and fingerprints littered the glass, and streets with melted snow cascaded down it’s length.
The music pulsed louder, yet gentle, like the far away squeal of a pot of boiling water.
The skylight was glowing faintly with a vague hints of an impending dawn.
The car raced along a painfully straight stretch of road,
and she hadn’t so much as turned the steering wheel two degrees in the past twenty minutes,
or hardly spoken.
As we were, so perfect ,so happy.
I’ll remember, only our smiles because that’s all they’ve seen.
Long since dried, when we are found, are the tears in which we had drowned.
As we were, so perfect, so happy.
[Spoken:]
“Why are you doing this?” she spoke without expecting a response.
Her voice penetrated the still air of our speechless drive, so silent my heart had jumped.
“I’m not doing anything,” I said, but I didn’t even believe that myself.
“This is what’s best, for me, for you, for us, or maybe just for me,” I thought,
as a tear formed in the pit of her eye. The music poured through the speakers
and we were losing ourselves in the cadence. She looked down momentarily and closed her eyes
for a bit longer than a standard blink. Then she was crying. Then she was shouting.
Then I was shouting, now pouring confessions, having no answers, or solutions,
and we barely could even hear the questions.
As we were, so perfect ,so happy.
I’ll remember, only our smiles because that’s all they’ve seen.
Long since dried, when we are found, are the tears in which we had drowned.
As we were, so perfect, so happy.
Don’t put me underground, I was meant for a life somewhere else.
Please Lord give me the way out before both of us haunt you.
We’ll steal tonight. (We’ll steal tonight.)
As we were, so perfect, so happy.
Don’t remember, only your smiles because that’s all they’ve seen.
Long since dried, when we are found, are the tears in which we had drowned.
As we were, so perfect, so happy.
[Spoken:]
Our cracking voices became part of the music.
The car pressed on faster through he night. As our voices lowered,
the cadence again overtook the air.
Up ahead there was a curve approaching.
She made no indications of slowing.
Rise Against
the approaching curve
[Spoken:]
The music played with a common frequency.
The speakers gently seeped the sound of ambient keyboards and light percussion,
creating a seductive soundtrack to our midnight drive through curtains of blackness.
The windows were cold to the touch, reflecting the icy conditions in our immediate extremity.
Salt stains and fingerprints littered the glass, and streets with melted snow cascaded down it’s length.
The music pulsed louder, yet gentle, like the far away squeal of a pot of boiling water.
The skylight was glowing faintly with a vague hints of an impending dawn.
The car raced along a painfully straight stretch of road,
and she hadn’t so much as turned the steering wheel two degrees in the past twenty minutes,
or hardly spoken.
As we were, so perfect ,so happy.
I’ll remember, only our smiles because that’s all they’ve seen.
Long since dried, when we are found, are the tears in which we had drowned.
As we were, so perfect, so happy.
[Spoken:]
“Why are you doing this?” she spoke without expecting a response.
Her voice penetrated the still air of our speechless drive, so silent my heart had jumped.
“I’m not doing anything,” I said, but I didn’t even believe that myself.
“This is what’s best, for me, for you, for us, or maybe just for me,” I thought,
as a tear formed in the pit of her eye. The music poured through the speakers
and we were losing ourselves in the cadence. She looked down momentarily and closed her eyes
for a bit longer than a standard blink. Then she was crying. Then she was shouting.
Then I was shouting, now pouring confessions, having no answers, or solutions,
and we barely could even hear the questions.
As we were, so perfect ,so happy.
I’ll remember, only our smiles because that’s all they’ve seen.
Long since dried, when we are found, are the tears in which we had drowned.
As we were, so perfect, so happy.
Don’t put me underground, I was meant for a life somewhere else.
Please Lord give me the way out before both of us haunt you.
We’ll steal tonight. (We’ll steal tonight.)
As we were, so perfect, so happy.
Don’t remember, only your smiles because that’s all they’ve seen.
Long since dried, when we are found, are the tears in which we had drowned.
As we were, so perfect, so happy.
[Spoken:]
Our cracking voices became part of the music.
The car pressed on faster through he night. As our voices lowered,
the cadence again overtook the air.
Up ahead there was a curve approaching.
She made no indications of slowing.
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1000 good intentions
3 day weekend
401 kill
a beautiful indifference
a gentlemen s coup
alive and well
amber changing
anyway you want it
anywhere but here
architects
art of losing
audience of one
awake for too long
ballad of hollis bown
behind closed doors
black masks and gasoline
blind
blood to bleed
blood-red, white & blue
boy s no good
bricks
bridges
broadcast[signal]frequency
broken english
broken mirrors
built to last
bullshit
but tonight we dance
chamber the cartridge
collapse
dancing for rain
dead ringer
dirt and roses
disparity by design
drones
elective amnesia
endgame
entertainment
escape artists
everchanging
faint resemblance
far from perfect
fix me
from heads unworthy
generation lost
gethsemane
give it all
grammatizator
great awakening
hairline fracture
halfway there
heaven knows
help is on the way
hero of war
historia calamitatum
house on fire
how many walls
i don t want to be here anymore
injection
join the ranks
kotov syndrome
lanterns
last chance blueprint
life less frightening
like the angel
long forgotten sons
make it stop
making christmas
megaphone
methadone
microphone
midnight hands
miracle
mourning amerika
my life inside your heart
nervous breakdown
obstructed view
paper wings
parts per million
people live here
politics of love
prayer for a refugee
prayer of the refugee
re-education
re-education (through labor)
ready to fall
reception fades
remains of summer memories
roadside
rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated
satellite
savior
sight unseen
six ways til sunday
sometimes selling out is giving up
stained glass and marble
state of the union
sudden life
survive
survivor guilt
swing life away
the approaching curve
the black market
the dirt whispered
the eco-terrorist in me
the first drop
the ghost of tom joad
the good left undone
the great die-off
the strength to go on
the violence
this is letting go
tip the scales
to the core
to them these streets belong
torches
tragedy time
under the knife
unraveling
voice of dissent
voices off camera
wait for me
weight of time
welcome to the breakdown
whereabouts unknown
wolves
worth dying for
zero visibility
3 day weekend
401 kill
a beautiful indifference
a gentlemen s coup
alive and well
amber changing
anyway you want it
anywhere but here
architects
art of losing
audience of one
awake for too long
ballad of hollis bown
behind closed doors
black masks and gasoline
blind
blood to bleed
blood-red, white & blue
boy s no good
bricks
bridges
broadcast[signal]frequency
broken english
broken mirrors
built to last
bullshit
but tonight we dance
chamber the cartridge
collapse
dancing for rain
dead ringer
dirt and roses
disparity by design
drones
elective amnesia
endgame
entertainment
escape artists
everchanging
faint resemblance
far from perfect
fix me
from heads unworthy
generation lost
gethsemane
give it all
grammatizator
great awakening
hairline fracture
halfway there
heaven knows
help is on the way
hero of war
historia calamitatum
house on fire
how many walls
i don t want to be here anymore
injection
join the ranks
kotov syndrome
lanterns
last chance blueprint
life less frightening
like the angel
long forgotten sons
make it stop
making christmas
megaphone
methadone
microphone
midnight hands
miracle
mourning amerika
my life inside your heart
nervous breakdown
obstructed view
paper wings
parts per million
people live here
politics of love
prayer for a refugee
prayer of the refugee
re-education
re-education (through labor)
ready to fall
reception fades
remains of summer memories
roadside
rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated
satellite
savior
sight unseen
six ways til sunday
sometimes selling out is giving up
stained glass and marble
state of the union
sudden life
survive
survivor guilt
swing life away
the approaching curve
the black market
the dirt whispered
the eco-terrorist in me
the first drop
the ghost of tom joad
the good left undone
the great die-off
the strength to go on
the violence
this is letting go
tip the scales
to the core
to them these streets belong
torches
tragedy time
under the knife
unraveling
voice of dissent
voices off camera
wait for me
weight of time
welcome to the breakdown
whereabouts unknown
wolves
worth dying for
zero visibility
Clique no icone
e veja a letra da música.
