Backwards Marathon - Between the Buried and Me

The early love seems to become jaded

I’m never expecting this

Glance towards the mirror,

Imagination towards the stars

The endless desire for my one and only true love

This will never change I predict

But I do get tired

If only they knew what push we have given

For this music

This happiness that keeps us all sane

Cold nights seem to force questions

Not wanting to accept these thoughts

I have worked and will keep working

To keep the tradition of my one true motive in life

Music

My only love

Once building drum boxes and pretending to be an artist

I guess I’m here but it feels weird

So weird

To know how weird all this can be It seems to never work out like I planned

Like we planned

One day it will all come together

First place desire in the backwards marathon

Thats all we can ask for

It’s raining… it's raining… it's raining… it's raining

When the sun comes up, it’s still raining

Slowly we grow

Weeds turn into

Smiling trance

Never mentioned

The early love seems to become jaded

I’m never expecting this

Dance for the mirror

Imagination towards the stars

The endless desire for my one and only true love

Dreams won’t let go Thoughts will not change

Can’t watch it fly away