ALBUM REVIEW: Big Hug – A Living You’ll Never Know
To see you at the lights, dreaming before you die.
To see you at the lights, dreaming before you die.
So is this what it’s like, having a reason to go outside?
What benefit is eloquence if I can’t call and tell my friends that I love them?
I wonder when these moments end, content façade is my pretend.
Mumble quietly as we walk home / ‘I am tired of being alone.
Under a bright light you’d find every crooked line I’ve got.
I might just blow up my life, go full free radical.
I think I can trick you into a jig with me.
I promise that my pain won’t be your coffin nail.