Dead Leaves

Take nirvana…

Fake like a Saturday
Blessed like a symmetry
Build up on lucid dreams
Love got away with me
I wasn’t build like the roses and shutters
I never said I could stand all this shatter

All this adrenaline taking its toll on me
Like you in a summer’s breeze
Death coming through the doors
In this house, in this body, in every thought
And it will hold you through the night
In the days of sorrow – days of light
The beauty of your solitary strikes me blind

Oh my god
Would anyone just call the cops?
Be my god
When everyone just call the cops
And let go of your haunted heart

Take nirvana…
Take nirvana…

Baby I’m full of it
No one to rescue me
Facing the enemy
They got away with it
Love is just taking me over and over
Love is a pain going slower and deeper
And I’m falling apart like the tiles in the bathroom
A waste in the night and a pole for the club fools
Death coming through the doors
In the records we played and adored
And it holds us through the night
It’s a blasphemy – it’s a warm delight
And our lack of feelings keeps the spirit high

Oh my god
Would anyone just call the cops?
Be, be my god
When everyone just call the cops
And let go of your haunted heart

Oh my god
Would anyone just call the cops?
She’s going to be my god
And everyone just call the cops

And let go of your haunted heart
Just go…

Take nirvana…
It rejects nothing
It claims nothing
It fears nothing
It desires nothing
It hates nothing
It loves nothing
Take nirvana…