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Little toy houses sitting by the sea
Artificial nights that devour me
Tonight we dance, we're on TV
Tomorrow I'll stumble, you're missing from me, my love
In little toy houses the town is awake
Another grey day of quiet heartbreak
The solitude sinks me in an unreturned smile that I make
To a girl on the street, a piece she takes, of my love
I stare out into the abyss
How can I be so sad, to be around this?
Outside little toy houses they're sitting in baths
The bubbling water won't drown out their laughs
It's time for a gossip, it's time for a chat
But all alone, I ache for all that we had, my love
You walk away from me and into my poetry
I'm torn between distance and a cold reality
The world tumbles on while I am drowning in my past
With hope for a future built on moments crumbling fast
Our cadence interrupted, begging for release of night
But the sun won't set on Reykjavik tonight
In little toy houses I take off my boots
My heart is elsewhere, my body on the move
This plate that I ordered is the life that I choose
I take a deep breath and try to cut you loose, my love.
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Island (Live @ P;(13)HQ)
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Little toy houses sitting by the sea
Artificial nights that devour me
Tonight we dance, we're on TV
Tomorrow I'll stumble, you're missing from me, my love
In little toy houses the town is awake
Another grey day of quiet heartbreak
The solitude sinks me in an unreturned smile that I make
To a girl on the street, a piece she takes, of my love
I stare out into the abyss
How can I be so sad, to be around this?
Outside little toy houses they're sitting in baths
The bubbling water won't drown out their laughs
It's time for a gossip, it's time for a chat
But all alone, I ache for all that we had, my love
You walk away from me and into my poetry
I'm torn between distance and a cold reality
The world tumbles on while I am drowning in my past
With hope for a future built on moments crumbling fast
Our cadence interrupted, begging for release of night
But the sun won't set on Reykjavik tonight
In little toy houses I take off my boots
My heart is elsewhere, my body on the move
This plate that I ordered is the life that I choose
I take a deep breath and try to cut you loose, my love.
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