歌詞
Here he is he saves a grin
He wants to be the one who doesn't have to sink a level
In the street in his retreat all he needs is just a taste
Of the bitter pride he held in her name
Embrace the solitude and an ordinary fucked up state of grace
Far away from the days he bared the cross she used to wear
In some resolve well aware a little bit of boy love
In a boy they dress in grieving wear
Aware that he's a consent in the drift of undertow
He won't justify the pity from them when he knows
Fools in love are arrogant sermons cloud his breathing air
He's in love with an isolation from emotions
Here he is awaiting sentence
A fool to think anyone can escape the guilt and anguish
A subtlety that can't be learned
A subtlety that can't be taught
He is caught in the lure of second thoughts he might still care
As he settles down well aware found in secrecy
His voice would only dignify them
