Альбом Architecture in Helsinki

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With an envelope,
We'll enter buildings we might touch,
I've got souvenirs but yesterday can't mean too much,
Have we missed an opportunity?

Whispers Chinese leaves a message, leaves a metaphor,
For what once was gold and once was rich and now is poor,
Have we missed an opportunity?
And the trees lean to lend,
Can I fold you in fourteen ways to depend not defend?

We're in a restless way when the fireflies come
And they light the light where there was none
I won't think about next week
I won't think until tomorrow
Just a sight for sore eyes
Disguised as a fly

And not a single soul in these woods
Ever saw a jaw drop as low as is mine at the moment
Imaginary Ordinary
It's you that I belong with

If you're seeking repair,
For figure eights in the ice in your stare,
Seven stories we're climbing tonight,
So if you're angry about the fact that it's red,
I'll surrender,
I'll change it to white.

Sneaking looks at you sleeping around,
At you grass stained and runk on the ground,
So we're taking you down with the scissor, paper, rock again

To and fro from yours to Cecil St.
You wore the same shirt that you wore last week,
Should I shake your hand or kiss your cheek?
Convince you it's not lust, it's chemistry

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(Four, three, two, one)

Don't hide the treasures you've found in a hole in the ground
How 'bout the tree back your house where the owls go
Or in between the attic and the basement
Somewhere it's not dark, dark, dark, dark

Attic in a basement with a knife serrated, I'll protect you
Don't hide the pleasures you've found in your rolling around
Where all the leaves have been swept and the flowers grow
And don't go finding a replacement,
I promise I'll show you heart, heart, heart, heart

Finding replacement with a heart sedated, I'll forget you
And you won't make a sound or be nervous around piles of pictures
So old that that it feels like it is ending

(Four, three, two, one)

Attic in a basement with a knife serrated, I'll protect you

And you shout out loud
And you're bursting with pride
'Cause they don't let you talk
And your heart is finally mending

It's not too late now to change your mind
The grass gets greener when you get to the finish line

An attic in a basement
Attic in a basement

And you won't make a sound or be nervous around piles of pictures
So old that it feels like it is ending
It shouldn't feel like it is ending

Found a flaw in the ending of a book that I've read twice,
I set her straight, it's not based on your life.

There's tension in this room,
We'll have butterflies soon,
Fumbling 'round in the dark with a flashlight.

No need to be uncalm,
We'll leave it by the phone,
A message you can swallow,
A letter to sign,
No need to be alarmed,
We'll leave this all alone,
And all the guilt will follow you in a line.

There's tension in this room,
We'll have butterflies soon,
Fumbling 'round in the dark with a flashlight

You won't count to seven
It's usually 'til ten
To hell with Sydney girls
You're much better than them

On my mattress I've been drawing a line
Where I'll shut my eyes and where you should lie
You should lie
If you should lie
I'll be a lighter of fires
You be the fighter of fires
I'll be the lighter of fires
You be the fighter of fires

Should I choose to stay here now all depends
On buildings, buses, streets, trees, rain and friends

On my mattress I've been drawing a line
Where I'll shut my eyes and where you should lie
You should lie
If you should lie
I'll be a lighter of fires
You'll be a fighter of fires
I'll be a lighter of fires
You be a fighter of fires

Steal all the chandeliers down your street and call it romance,
Stop kissing all the neighbours that your brother meets,
Don't promise it's chance.

And I've been saying later lately,
So I'll colour a map,
I'll lead you to the mountains we'll meet,
It's almost a trap

All the cars down the bottom, windmill chasing
calling police so, so we're placing
weight on minds
Red sports car Northwest dated, counting the sleeps
I'm counting, waiting
stalled inside

There's no tires to save our skins
(they're bald and old)
their advice won't change our plans

Through an old telescope for close up faces
you're cornering the fire it works in your favor
televized
Like the all night long at 3am feeling
you get in your legs when you're dancing on the ceiling
friends of mine

And you change the beat disguised
like a call to realize

you just made a pass in that reflection
you're fixing your hair or asking questions
you decide
turn it around, the place is a fountain youth, you're squealing
offering advice that sounds appealing
nervous fun

'cept the cheating's in your blood
and the hardest word is love

Let's not starve here today, none of that behavior
(i'm not revealing, unless your feelings are long term)
eating like a princess, I'm gonna save you
stay at mine
And we're carving up the courses we're not playing
(i'm not revealing, unless your feelings are long term)
don't want to hear the swear words you're spraying
undermined

I'm not revealing unless your feelings are long term (x3)

It's like a, it's like a call. (x3)

Stuck at your front gate
With some pictures I just want to hand ya (pictures x5)
Almost made the door knock twice
Broke down on your verandah

Turn the dry concrete, into wet concrete

I can't find you anywhere (find you x5)
I can't find you anywhere (pictures x5)
So I wrote you a letter in capital letters
Saying all that I care for, all that I care for is...

Where you've been hiding
Where you've been hiding

Which way the habits collect neatly
Upon your stairs
Which way we'll be end them both disceetly
Leaving 'em for dead

When I find (x5)...

Where you've been hiding

Drinking stolen gin from the rich people's bar next door
and awkwardly
I'm leaning on the shoulder of the cousin who you choose to ignore

and she says won't you calm down
city city won't you calm down
we're never gonna get to the bottom while there's traffic around

Passed a little lonely cleanse
If we play our cards right we can be more than friends
still

Oh so s-u-d-d-e-nly
so suddenly
ways of calculating, ways of catapulting you and me
out of this town
city city won't you calm down
they'll never know we're in here if we don't make a sound
Faster we'll divide all the sense
into tiny parcels are you hoping it's tense, girl?

Is this a fling?
It's seven days and you're already vanishing.