Gencab Version2
the beginning of an end, always ends with a start
but the only way to mend will begin with the heart
only one way i can relieve that stress
i'll burn my address in less than an hour
the trigger, a sentence so hard to read
but my vision needs a fix so i'm ready to see
and i quicken the prose i chose to describe
the beat of a heart that belonged to our lives
[we cannot wait but we do not mind
everything's set and we're leaving tonight
avoiding the plot, we run to survive
for fun we escape through another disguise]
as the [we] becomes [i] the merge is so slight
that i blink while i manually change my mind
as our vision runs empty the words fall apart
the beginning of an end always ends with the start
[and we choose to ignore the call of our hearts]
CHORUS
another aspect that i can't see
another version of me between all the lines you read
hidden carefully beneath the beat
there lies defeat, delicately discreet
only one way i can relieve that stress
i'll burn my address in less than an hour
hidden carefully beneath the beat
there lies defeat, delicately discreet
