Passionflower - A Night Like This

A fine line and a bitten tongue

To grow up you must die young

Black eyes fed by distant lies

We won’t give up for you

Till the passion flower breaks

Our hearts are worn and our minds decay

A fever worse than yesterday

We won’t give up for you

It’s something we believe

Believe that we won’t fall

Some how I have to know that I can do this on my own

If poets lost their voice

The dead will never sleep

The circles is my head draw a line straight back to me

After the calm before the storm

How many times «we won’t conform»

You thought about killing the distance

But did you think you’d make any difference?

It’s something we believe

Believe that we won’t fall

Some how I have to know that I can do this on my own

If poets lost their voice

The dead will never sleep

The circles is my head draw a line straight back to me

You spent your whole life with your head in the clouds

I spent most of my life trying to bury my doubts

I watched the colours burn beneath my feet

As a passion flower tearing down the labels you read

Collet me under your foreign breath

Erase me from the depths of your head

I couldn’t have been the man you want me to be

Open up my heart tell me what you see

If poets lost their voice the dead will never sleep

The circles in my head draw a line straight back to me