New Young Pony Club все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

You're darkest at midnight
What's as black as your insides
The dark is, the dark is, the dark is

Why you clawing at your insides
Where instinct is waiting
Why dya wanna wear it so tight
Why dya wanna wear it out

I want to fit?
I’ve got to get into it
Don’t make no sense
To hide behind anything
Oh how these precious thing
That time is wearing thin
I’d make a mould of me
To make a mockery

Time, has made a mark of me
And you it stalks the dream
Of endless summers

This, was broken from the start
The blueprint had no art
The architect of love
Does not remember us

You like your motor on
The world is in your wake
Revving up for your snow white side show, that never deviates
You've got the people singing la la la
Strung out on your Midas moment
You got the people singing la la la
White wash all your life as the lights go down

Aaaa
An era of information
Aaaohh
When no-one seems to know what’s going on
Close to you my aspiration
Turn me down for stage invasion
Misplace your faces
This close is just close enough

gasoline, lemonade in the latest cream
wash on wax off to a different scheme.
laminate your mind as though you need it
psycho killer says it makes your shadow seem grey.
why you late in this race
it's like delay over your face
it's like you made no way
it's like you made ok.

Hey
My swan song sounds like a remedy.
Take your bat mitts and you can't catch me,
No you can't catch me.
Load me up.
Sometimes it fits like I wanna see.
But then these fits take a hold of me
And that news sounds like a record,

Its the sound - of revolution in the bedroom
but we know there's nothing doing because
we're hiding on the staircase
Its the sound - of them standing in the
kitchen and she says yeah you've been bitching and
he says yeah you're a bitch and...
Its the sound - of your floating inhibition when
you're standing in the kitchen and you know

I can give you what you want.
I can make your heart beat short.
I can make you ice cream
We could be a sweet team
Melting in your vice dreams, sport.

I can be the sauce you crave.
I can spell what you can't say.

I'm kissing your hand, I'm kissing your hand
I'm making you smile, why am I doing that?
I like you a lot, I guess I forgot
I don't like you much now

I'm kissing your hand, I'm kissing your hand
I'm making you smile, why am I doing that?
I like you a lot, I guess I forgot

And then, we wake up in the morning
Now we’ve had our fill and the glass is empty
But when, I get down to the bottom
My mind has not forgotten
I’m an optimist, you’re a clean slate, maybe

It’s pale, the diary of forever,
And I’ll know full stop from your flawless entry

Oh ee oh

Am I just about to lose my mind?

It was fun for five minutes

But I preferred it when I had less time