Whenever I play this song, I cannot look in their eyes
It's just I wrote this for you, so I can't tell no more lies
Look over here to the stage, where I'll be standing alone
(L)ook at my solitary cage, as it encloses my bones
The music's loud and it blurs, accompanying this verse
Endless repeat of the slurs, man I'm just breaking a curse
Do not shake up my horizon, it's such a beautiful night
Forbid they're dark and forgiving, I do not crave such a bite
Likenesses come and they go, but still the crowd is so empty
On every show just like this, looking up at me with envy
Where do they get their way with words, writing for us to hear?
Every man's born and can see, that don't make no one a seer
Rosy her cheeks in the cold and there is gold on her hair
Show her the way to the front, with her I want this to share
Wilted flowers - are still alive
Don't keep on trying to water them - read between the lines
A different situation - can be contrived
Who gave you all this certainty that you'll like what you find?
Wilted flowers - sometimes are truly dead
You have to give them proper endings no matter the dread
An endless struggle in truth, it has been so far in mind
Return emotions of mine, yet you don't pay back in kind
Every day trynna settle and make up all these excuses
Still all that I've had, cannot be labelled as muses
Tell me it will be alright, tell me you'll love me tomorrow
It is the one thing I hope for, and the one that I'll follow
Let me forever uphold, every promise I make - and
Light the fiery fuse, that will torch all for your sake
A dream like you for a lifetime, of comparison, yes
Living in partial regret, picturing you in that dress
I should not share this I know, and it ain't even your fault
(V)
Even staring from outside, you are the key to the vault
Wilted flowers - are still alive
Don't keep on trying to water them - read between the lines
A different situation - can be contrived
Who gave you all this certainty that you'll like what you find?
Wilted flowers - sometimes are truly dead
You have to give them proper endings no matter the dread
Empirik - Wilted Flowers Are Still Alive (feat. Dora Papapostolou) Lyrics
Empirik - Wilted Flowers Are Still Alive (feat. Dora Papapostolou) Lyrics
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Whenever I play this song, I cannot look in their eyes
It's just I wrote this for you, so I can't tell no more lies
Look over here to the stage, where I'll be standing alone
(L)ook at my solitary cage, as it encloses my bones
The music's loud and it blurs, accompanying this verse
Endless repeat of the slurs, man I'm just breaking a curse
Do not shake up my horizon, it's such a beautiful night
Forbid they're dark and forgiving, I do not crave such a bite
Likenesses come and they go, but still the crowd is so empty
On every show just like this, looking up at me with envy
Where do they get their way with words, writing for us to hear?
Every man's born and can see, that don't make no one a seer
Rosy her cheeks in the cold and there is gold on her hair
Show her the way to the front, with her I want this to share
Wilted flowers - are still alive
Don't keep on trying to water them - read between the lines
A different situation - can be contrived
Who gave you all this certainty that you'll like what you find?
Wilted flowers - sometimes are truly dead
You have to give them proper endings no matter the dread
An endless struggle in truth, it has been so far in mind
Return emotions of mine, yet you don't pay back in kind
Every day trynna settle and make up all these excuses
Still all that I've had, cannot be labelled as muses
Tell me it will be alright, tell me you'll love me tomorrow
It is the one thing I hope for, and the one that I'll follow
Let me forever uphold, every promise I make - and
Light the fiery fuse, that will torch all for your sake
A dream like you for a lifetime, of comparison, yes
Living in partial regret, picturing you in that dress
I should not share this I know, and it ain't even your fault
(V)
Even staring from outside, you are the key to the vault
Wilted flowers - are still alive
Don't keep on trying to water them - read between the lines
A different situation - can be contrived
Who gave you all this certainty that you'll like what you find?
Wilted flowers - sometimes are truly dead
You have to give them proper endings no matter the dread
It's just I wrote this for you, so I can't tell no more lies
Look over here to the stage, where I'll be standing alone
(L)ook at my solitary cage, as it encloses my bones
The music's loud and it blurs, accompanying this verse
Endless repeat of the slurs, man I'm just breaking a curse
Do not shake up my horizon, it's such a beautiful night
Forbid they're dark and forgiving, I do not crave such a bite
Likenesses come and they go, but still the crowd is so empty
On every show just like this, looking up at me with envy
Where do they get their way with words, writing for us to hear?
Every man's born and can see, that don't make no one a seer
Rosy her cheeks in the cold and there is gold on her hair
Show her the way to the front, with her I want this to share
Wilted flowers - are still alive
Don't keep on trying to water them - read between the lines
A different situation - can be contrived
Who gave you all this certainty that you'll like what you find?
Wilted flowers - sometimes are truly dead
You have to give them proper endings no matter the dread
An endless struggle in truth, it has been so far in mind
Return emotions of mine, yet you don't pay back in kind
Every day trynna settle and make up all these excuses
Still all that I've had, cannot be labelled as muses
Tell me it will be alright, tell me you'll love me tomorrow
It is the one thing I hope for, and the one that I'll follow
Let me forever uphold, every promise I make - and
Light the fiery fuse, that will torch all for your sake
A dream like you for a lifetime, of comparison, yes
Living in partial regret, picturing you in that dress
I should not share this I know, and it ain't even your fault
(V)
Even staring from outside, you are the key to the vault
Wilted flowers - are still alive
Don't keep on trying to water them - read between the lines
A different situation - can be contrived
Who gave you all this certainty that you'll like what you find?
Wilted flowers - sometimes are truly dead
You have to give them proper endings no matter the dread
Writer: Athanasios Papapostolou
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid