كلمات The Artist

Take in words or all my thoughts Study days Well, this is what I'll say You're getting close You are so close to me You're close to me You know something's wrong when life gets this easy (gets this easy) The matron's taking back everything that's been given to me (given to me) Crossing off my fingers as they bleed single rhythms towards my knees. You aren't to be imitated, a limitless lie based on calculations with no reasons why Static faces molt into places where it's okay for those to plot away at their own despair You were saying it's all so keen again You were saying it's all so keen again You're getting close You are so close to me You're close to me You know something's wrong when life gets this easy (gets this easy) The matron's taking back everything that's been given to me (given to me) Crossing off my fingers as they bleed single rhythms towards my knees. All I see is your eyes growing brighter and all I see is a face coming closer and all I see is your eyes growing brighter and all I see is your face coming closer and all I see is your eyes growing brighter and all I see is your face coming closer and and so I fall All I see is your eyes growing brighter and all I see is a face coming closer and all I see is your eyes growing brighter and all I see is your face So I fall (Fall) Not argue! Fall! (Fall!) I fall, not argue Fall! (Fall!) Fall!