Текст песни Flatsound - you said okay
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and a feeling in my gut telling me
i need to keep them shut the whole time
because they opened even for a second and i saw your lips
they’d suck me in like black holes when they bend light
and it was then i realized you were not my world
you were my universe
sometimes when i look up i see stars
that cut through the sky and fade quickly into nothingness
and i pray that you aren’t as fleeting
because when we’re lying in roads i get the same feeling
that gravity will just turn off and i’ll fall endlessly
into something much larger than i am
and i wonder if that’s what it feels like to die and
if i’ll ever understand god in my lifespan
because i want to see god
i want to know what god feels like
but with the weight of the bible i will break adams ribs
and repeat, my dear eve, you do not take after this
you were not made in a mans image
but if that’s the case why do you feel so lost
in the empty space that his hand isn’t
why do i wait wondering how long it’ll take you to admit it
i’d rather keep my mouth shut then start to say what i can’t finish
baby i have limits
so i’m singing ‘la la la’ in empty rooms that carry sounds like hollow caves
'la la la' just to prove you're not the only one that can occupy a borrowed space
'la la la' for every ship that was set to sail but got washed away
i’m singing ‘la la la’ in desperate hopes that when it bounces back i hear the octave change
so if we could just pretend that your voice exists inside this empty void within
then holy shit, holy shit, holy shit if you spoke
insomnia might loosen its wholesome grip on my throat
and i can begin to forgive you for admitting the hoax
instead of learning to hate you for very minute you don’t
because i sit here wondering if anything you said was true
and who it was that taught you to speak bullets
without considering the exit wound
tell me who
because i still think back to the first time you called me with nothing to say
that morning you were more than just my friend and we both noticed something had changed
you drove to your parents house and we talked about everything
we talked about how much it sucked, but no matter what, we had to remain
nothing
and in that deafening silence
i asked if i could still call you my snowflake
and you said okay
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все началось с закрытых глаз
и ощущения в животе, которое говорило мне:
"держи глаза закрытыми все время",
потому что я приоткрыл их только на секунду и увидел твои губы
казалось, они затянут меня внутрь, словно черная дыра, когда они нежно раскрывались
и в тот момент я понял, что ты не была моим миром.
ты была моей Вселенной.
временами, когда я гляжу на небо, я вижу звезды,
что рассекают небо и угасают медленно в небытие,
и я молю, что ты не так мимолетна,
ведь когда мы лежим вместе на дороге, я испытываю то же чувство,
словно гравитацию просто выключат, и я провалюсь не останавливаясь
во что-то, что гораздо больше меня,
и мне интересно, это чувство и есть ощущение смерти,
и смогу ли я понять Бога за время своего существования,
потому что я хочу увидеть Бога,
я хочу узнать, чего Бог хочет.
но под тяжестью Библии я сломаю Адамовы ребра,
и повторю, моя дорогая Ева, ты появилась не так,
ты не была сделана по образу мужчины,
ведь если и так, то почему тебе так одиноко
в пустом пространстве, которого не коснулась Его рука?
зачем я жду в размышлениях, сколько уйдет времени на то, чтобы ты приняла это?
я лучше не буду открывать рта, чем говорить то, что не смогу досказать.
малыш, у меня есть предел.
и я напеваю "ла ла ла" в пустых комнатах, которые не выпускают звук словно пустые пещеры.
"ла ла ла", чтобы доказать, что ты не единственная, кто может занимать чужие мысли.
"ла ла ла", за каждый корабль, который был отправлен в плавание, но был уничтожен.
я напеваю "ла ла ла" в глупой надежде, что когда я услышу эхо, это будет твой голос.
ведь если бы только мы могли представить, что твой голос существует здесь, среди этой пустоты,
тогда боже мой, боже мой, боже мой, если бы ты заговорила,
бессоница могла бы освободить мое горло от своих целебных объятий,
и я смог бы сделать шаг на пути к прощению тебя, принимая ложь,
вместо того, чтобы все больше ненавидеть тебя за каждую минуту, что ты молчишь,
потому что я сижу здесь с мыслями, если все, что ты сказала, было правдой,
то кто научил тебя говорить так, что слова ранят как пули,
не проходящие навылет.
скажи мне, кто.
ведь я все еще вспоминаю то время, когда ты позвонила мне и молчала в трубку.
то утро, когда ты еще была мне больше, чем просто друг, и когда мы оба заметили, что что-то все-таки изменилось.
мы уехали в дом твоих родителей и говорили обо всем,
мы говорили о том, насколько дерьмово расставаться, но несмотря ни на что, нам пришлось стать никем друг другу.
и в той оглушительной тишине,
я спросил, могу ли я все еще называть тебя моей снежинкой.
и ты сказала: "хорошо."
it all started with closed eyes
and a feeling of my gut telling me
i need the whole time
because they opened your lips
they’d suck me in black
i was not my world
you were my universe
sometimes when i look up i see stars
that cut through the sky and fade quickly into nothingness
and i pray that you aren’t as fleeting
because when we’re lying in the roads
that gravity will endlessly
into something much larger than i am
and i like it
if i’ll ever understand god in my lifespan
because i want to see god
i want to know what god feels like
adams ribs
and repeat, you’re not taken after this
you were made in a mans image
you feel so lost
in his empty space
why do i wait?
i’d rather keep i mouth finish
baby i have limits
so I’m singing carry la la la ’
you can occupy a borrowed space
cruise ship
i'm singing ‘la la la’ in desperate hopes
so you’ve been up inside your empty void within
then holy shit, holy shit, holy shit if you spoke
insomnia might loosen its wholesome grip on my throat
and i can begin to forgive you for admitting the hoax
you don’t
because i sit here wondering if anything
to speak
without considering the exit wound
tell me who
because i still think
you had noticed something had changed
you drove to your parents house and we talked about everything
we talked about how much it sucked, but no matter what, we had to remain
nothing
and in that deafening silence
I asked if I could still call you my snowflake
and you said okay
______________________________________________
it all started with eyes closed
and sensations in the stomach that told me:
& quot; keep your eyes closed all the time & quot ;,
because I opened them only for a second and saw your lips
they seemed to pull me inside like a black hole when they gently opened
and at that moment I realized that you were not my world.
you were my universe.
sometimes when i look at the sky i see stars
that they cut through the sky and slowly fade away into non-existence,
and I pray you're not so fleeting,
because when we lie together on the road, I feel the same feeling
as if gravity is simply turned off, and I will fail without stopping
into something that is much bigger than me
and I wonder, this feeling is the feeling of death,
and if I can understand God during my existence,
because I want to see God,
I want to know what God wants.
but under the weight of the Bible I break Adam's ribs,
and repeat, my dear Eve, you appeared wrong
you were not made in the image of a man
because if so, then why are you so lonely
in the empty space that His hand did not touch?
why am I waiting in thinking how much time will it take for you to accept it?
I'd rather not open my mouth than say what I can not finish.
baby, i have a limit.
and I hum & quot; la la la & quot; in empty rooms that do not let out sound like empty caves.
& quot; la la la & quot; to prove that you are not the only one who can occupy other people's thoughts.
& quot; la la la & quot ;, for every ship that was set sail, but was destroyed.
i am humming & quot; la la la & quot; in the foolish hope that when I hear the echo, it will be your voice.
for if only we could imagine that your voice exists here in the midst of this emptiness,
then my goodness, my goodness, my goodness, if you spoke,
insomnia could free my throat from its healing embraces,
and I could take a step towards forgiveness by accepting a lie
instead of hating you more every minute that you are silent,
because I'm sitting here with thoughts, if everything you said was true,
then who taught you to speak in such a way that words hurt like bullets,
not passing through.
tell me who
because I still remember the time when you called me and was silent on the phone.
that morning, when you were still more than a friend to me, and when we both noticed that something had changed after all.
we went to your parents' house and talked about everything
we talked about how crap parting was, but no matter what, we had to become nobody to each other.
and in that deafening silence
I asked if I could
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