Text písně Small Towns Burn A Little Slower: Rooftops Won't Come To You

Rooftops Won't Come To You


Phantoms dance in semantics
There's no pure way to describe what I'm feeling

[Chorus:]

But I'll still try to crystallize my lifetime
So when I die, I can survive as a melody
Will these songs be enough for us to secure our legacy

There's no room for logistics when dealing in the mystical
You can't transcribe them as statistics or anything so typical

[Chorus 2:]

But I'll still try to search for God in my mind so when I die,
I can survive as more than memories
Will these songs be enough for us to secure our legacy?

Phantoms dance in semantics
There's no pure way to describe what I'm feeling
But I'll still try







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