P.S. Eliot

Tangible Romance
the beat gets loud as the lights start fadingfrustration seems so hard to blamesimple-minded, small-minded, what's the difference anyways?like its my fault this all seems so set in stoneand its your fault that we're both drunk aloneactive minds enduring every idle dayyou wake up happy only if you want it that wayits autumn and 80 degreesthis good mood's right in front of melike a couple of beers in good companybut your vacancy ignites meyou choose peril to just feel justifiedits inconspicuous in your unashamed eyesand in these pensive bathroom moments, you turn it up and think'i could die tonight if he'd just talk to me'if you found someone out on the roadyou'd take it as a confident signand if i found someone down in florida it wouldn't be the first timeits like when romance became so tangibleor when cynicism became so lovablewe depend upon these memories of contentSongtexteand we'll lose this love without our own consentthe beat gets loud as the lights start fadingand all i see are brown eyes through petty faces Aus Songtexte Mania