In Empty Phrases
🎵 726 characters
⏱️ 5:58 duration
🆔 ID: 10005519
📜 Lyrics
Here I am in my chamber
In my room full of words
Always searching for patterns that will give life to a line
My poetry is frozen though it's beginning to melt
The solid form is changing to the liquid of thoughts written down
Sentence after sentence in a language not mine
Loss of point no direction
A jigsaw where no pieces fit
I envy the writers and the ðîåts who know the way to the places were poetry
grow
There is no harvest if you never sow
So I beg. steal and borrow wherever I go
If words were like music this would be a book
But this is not even worth the time that it took
Not even a novel just a self-pity tale written by someone that always will
fail
So very fragile inside
That's why I hide in the empty phrases
In my room full of words
Always searching for patterns that will give life to a line
My poetry is frozen though it's beginning to melt
The solid form is changing to the liquid of thoughts written down
Sentence after sentence in a language not mine
Loss of point no direction
A jigsaw where no pieces fit
I envy the writers and the ðîåts who know the way to the places were poetry
grow
There is no harvest if you never sow
So I beg. steal and borrow wherever I go
If words were like music this would be a book
But this is not even worth the time that it took
Not even a novel just a self-pity tale written by someone that always will
fail
So very fragile inside
That's why I hide in the empty phrases
⏱️ Synced Lyrics
[00:50.11] Here I am in my chamber
[00:54.15] In my room full of words
[00:57.60] Always searching for patterns that will give life to a line
[01:04.78] My poetry is frozen though it's beginning to melt
[01:11.06] The solid form is changing to the liquid of thoughts written down
[01:17.59] Sentence after sentence in a language not mine
[01:24.84] Loss of point no direction
[01:27.78] A jigsaw where no pieces fit
[01:56.72] I envy the writers and the ðîåts who know the way to the places were poetry
[02:05.65] grow
[02:07.06] There is no harvest if you never sow
[02:10.21] So I beg. steal and borrow wherever I go
[04:30.35] If words were like music this would be a book
[04:34.35] But this is not even worth the time that it took
[04:37.73] Not even a novel just a self-pity tale written by someone that always will
[04:43.58] fail
[05:12.24] So very fragile inside
[05:15.80] That's why I hide in the empty phrases
[05:53.12]
[00:54.15] In my room full of words
[00:57.60] Always searching for patterns that will give life to a line
[01:04.78] My poetry is frozen though it's beginning to melt
[01:11.06] The solid form is changing to the liquid of thoughts written down
[01:17.59] Sentence after sentence in a language not mine
[01:24.84] Loss of point no direction
[01:27.78] A jigsaw where no pieces fit
[01:56.72] I envy the writers and the ðîåts who know the way to the places were poetry
[02:05.65] grow
[02:07.06] There is no harvest if you never sow
[02:10.21] So I beg. steal and borrow wherever I go
[04:30.35] If words were like music this would be a book
[04:34.35] But this is not even worth the time that it took
[04:37.73] Not even a novel just a self-pity tale written by someone that always will
[04:43.58] fail
[05:12.24] So very fragile inside
[05:15.80] That's why I hide in the empty phrases
[05:53.12]