Pomona For Empusa lyrics

Artist  : Park 
Song : Pomona For Empusa



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														   Are we still connected or was it
just a plot, 

to get yourself off, and hope
that I'm not 

listening when it happens.

(she said)

I can't begin to say how sorry
I am, 

I never ment for this to happen.

Sun goes down, the knife come out..



I'm on the island you left me on,

such a
sickend strip of sand;

no lifeboats, no
getting off.



We give up, we give in,
we take what we can;

we're trapped deep
without a second chance.

we give up, we
give in, withought blinking;

Jesus Christ,
what was I thinking?



Are these lungs
desperatley filled by someone

charming and
sad, 

because you know your lover,

won't be back?

Are these words useless
and absurd?

Such a sight of this, 

makes the harbor and the water sick.



Shall I stay rejected or in a drunken song?

Like a bitter old man sunk in his fangs.

Try not to get caught.

(he said)

I
know you didn't miss the sound that I made;

it's simple, it's sad, and easy to fake.

Live wits down, the knife come out.



I'm on the island you left me on,

such a
sickend strip of sand;

no lifeboats, no
getting off.



We give up, we give in,
we take what we can;

we're trapped deep
without a second chance.

We give up, we
give in, withought thinking;

I'll be there
the night you go down.



Are these
lungs desperatley filled by someone

starving and sad, 

because you know your
lover, 

won't be back?

Are these words
useless and absurd?

Such a sight of this,


makes the harbor and the water sick.



I understand your reasons,

for
this awkward dance.

I'd leave me, too,

if I thought I had the slightest chance.

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