Hints Of Disillusion(hintsuobudisuiryujon) HUSKING BEE
- Lyricist:
Kazuya Hirabayashi(kazuyahirabayashi)
- Composer:
HUSKING BEE(hasukingubi)
- Release Date:06-06-2018
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Fake flowers blooming , true stories fading and
The sun is stolen before it rises
Your eyes stop shining , your dreams are lying
Youll see the world never changes but leaves you there
Song birds quit singing , flew onto the pouring rain
Left hints of disillusion on the ground
Your hands keep shaking , your heart is breaking down
Youre screaming out loud in a quiet crisis
The more you remember the more you repent
And less you love yourself for things undone that youve left
The louder you call the further they go
I dont want to hear you say its too late
With the hints of disillusion
In your hand , in your eyes , in your mind
Do you still wonder where the song birds are now
Waiting all the time for them to come ?
The more you remember the more you repent
And more you hate yourself for words unsaid you still have
The louder you call the further they go
I dont want to hear you say its over
The more you remember the more you repent
And less you love yourself for things undone that youve left
The louder you call the further they go
I dont want to hear you say its too late
Dont say its too late with the hints of disillusion
In your hand , in your eyes , in your mind
The sun is stolen before it rises
Your eyes stop shining , your dreams are lying
Youll see the world never changes but leaves you there
Song birds quit singing , flew onto the pouring rain
Left hints of disillusion on the ground
Your hands keep shaking , your heart is breaking down
Youre screaming out loud in a quiet crisis
The more you remember the more you repent
And less you love yourself for things undone that youve left
The louder you call the further they go
I dont want to hear you say its too late
With the hints of disillusion
In your hand , in your eyes , in your mind
Do you still wonder where the song birds are now
Waiting all the time for them to come ?
The more you remember the more you repent
And more you hate yourself for words unsaid you still have
The louder you call the further they go
I dont want to hear you say its over
The more you remember the more you repent
And less you love yourself for things undone that youve left
The louder you call the further they go
I dont want to hear you say its too late
Dont say its too late with the hints of disillusion
In your hand , in your eyes , in your mind
