Olden Times
I'll sew you up
This one last time.
Feel my needle,
Stop our goodbyes.
Make your kite fly high,
Let the scars rush through you.
If that don't make your body come alive,
Then we'll have to bleed you.
I'll try to believe that you'll breathe once again,
Like olden times.
Please don't go to sleep,
I need your eyes;
They help me think
That what i do is right.
Make your kite fly high,
Let the scars rush through you.
If that don't make your body come alive,
Then we'll have to bleed you.
I'll try to believe that you'll breathe once again,
Like olden times.
I'll fill you up
With scars from the sky.
I'll strap you down
And pray you come alive.
And when you try to run you will see
The only one that loves you is me.
Make your kite fly high,
Let the scars rush through you.
If that don't make your body come alive,
Then we'll have to bleed you.
I'll try to believe that you'll breathe once again,
Like olden times.
Viejos Tiempos
Te coseré
Esta última vez.
Siente mi aguja,
Detengamos nuestras despedidas.
Haz volar tu cometa alto,
Deja que las cicatrices te atraviesen.
Si eso no hace que tu cuerpo cobre vida,
Entonces tendremos que sangrarte.
Intentaré creer que volverás a respirar,
Como en los viejos tiempos.
Por favor, no te duermas,
Necesito tus ojos;
Me ayudan a pensar
Que lo que hago es correcto.
Haz volar tu cometa alto,
Deja que las cicatrices te atraviesen.
Si eso no hace que tu cuerpo cobre vida,
Entonces tendremos que sangrarte.
Intentaré creer que volverás a respirar,
Como en los viejos tiempos.
Te llenaré
Con cicatrices del cielo.
Te ataré
Y rezaré para que cobres vida.
Y cuando intentes huir verás
Que el único que te ama soy yo.
Haz volar tu cometa alto,
Deja que las cicatrices te atraviesen.
Si eso no hace que tu cuerpo cobre vida,
Entonces tendremos que sangrarte.
Intentaré creer que volverás a respirar,
Como en los viejos tiempos.