Thibaut Narme - Neonlysebyerne lyrics

Satellized. Like hollow Bound to the line and D is my mark. Fire. If I had a flame thrower, I'd turn the city to ashes I'd burn those cold lights into the city of warmth – even for a moment For I have known cuddlier endless winter nights And parties on parties on parties at the Amba**ador And dark lights in the white room - call it Magenta or Opera Drunken boats swallowing the Baltic under the whole Moon And maritime rugby And I dipped into -25°, I was still free How many motions? How many emotions? To the point of return But shuttled back like shackled back Your brain grows resources of resistance Faux-semblant of apathy You feel in secret You transgress the mold You're failed anyway When you're not escaped I got a break, though Ø-bros lyse Helles hus Walking by the ghetto side of things 'I'm straight'– to the core Crossed borders and rivers And an island was my home And there were blonds up in my drink Endless streams of sleepless nights, But one dream life Almost… For I got close but never got through Mattered but never bounded And ultimately slipped into uselessness But I chose my sentence Shuttled back and shackled back Game's over – But I ain't