Playing On...
๐ต 1289 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:45 duration
๐ ID: 30648101
๐ Lyrics
Hide the heart in a secret place
Spirit locked behind a public face
Lost in our forgotten years
Imprisoned by our mental peers
Playing on into the ether-sphere
Playing on and nothing interferes
And in our own sweet time
In our darkened homes
We'll sneak a listen
To the music that died alone
Played across such jumbled staves
Stained through dictated waves
The bar-lines slash like red tape
Across the manuscript of life
All its melodies are trapped in templates
And designer culture's knives
Playing on into the ether-sphere
Playing on even if no one hears
And in our own sweet time
In our darkened homes
We'll sneak a listen
To the music that died alone
Music that died alone
We hide such high ambition
Behind the vestiges of smiles
Deny such thoughts existence
With cheap one-liners for a while
Feeding to the critics
All the things that might have been
Who turn ambition to pretension
To out-moulded and obscene
Sell our dreams to the mainstream sway
Mould our lives to a type-cast for today
We pay people to destroy us
In the media every day
So we'll know our place and keep it
And never want to move away
Playing on into the ether-sphere
Playing on even if no one hears
And in our deepest hearts
In our darkened homes
We'll sometimes chance a listen
To the music that died alone
Spirit locked behind a public face
Lost in our forgotten years
Imprisoned by our mental peers
Playing on into the ether-sphere
Playing on and nothing interferes
And in our own sweet time
In our darkened homes
We'll sneak a listen
To the music that died alone
Played across such jumbled staves
Stained through dictated waves
The bar-lines slash like red tape
Across the manuscript of life
All its melodies are trapped in templates
And designer culture's knives
Playing on into the ether-sphere
Playing on even if no one hears
And in our own sweet time
In our darkened homes
We'll sneak a listen
To the music that died alone
Music that died alone
We hide such high ambition
Behind the vestiges of smiles
Deny such thoughts existence
With cheap one-liners for a while
Feeding to the critics
All the things that might have been
Who turn ambition to pretension
To out-moulded and obscene
Sell our dreams to the mainstream sway
Mould our lives to a type-cast for today
We pay people to destroy us
In the media every day
So we'll know our place and keep it
And never want to move away
Playing on into the ether-sphere
Playing on even if no one hears
And in our deepest hearts
In our darkened homes
We'll sometimes chance a listen
To the music that died alone
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:15.68] Hide the heart in a secret place
[00:22.76] Spirit locked behind a public face
[00:30.13] Lost in our forgotten years
[00:37.44] Imprisoned by our mental peers
[00:44.24] Playing on into the ether-sphere
[00:51.57] Playing on and nothing interferes
[00:58.95] And in our own sweet time
[01:02.79] In our darkened homes
[01:07.59] We'll sneak a listen
[01:11.83] To the music that died alone
[01:17.43]
[01:25.26] Played across such jumbled staves
[01:32.50] Stained through dictated waves
[01:39.67] The bar-lines slash like red tape
[01:43.08] Across the manuscript of life
[01:46.81] All its melodies are trapped in templates
[01:50.37] And designer culture's knives
[01:53.80] Playing on into the ether-sphere
[02:01.05] Playing on even if no one hears
[02:08.54] And in our own sweet time
[02:12.25] In our darkened homes
[02:17.37] We'll sneak a listen
[02:21.47] To the music that died alone
[02:26.71]
[02:29.34] Music that died alone
[02:33.96]
[03:03.97] We hide such high ambition
[03:07.17] Behind the vestiges of smiles
[03:11.38] Deny such thoughts existence
[03:14.43] With cheap one-liners for a while
[03:18.73] Feeding to the critics
[03:21.88] All the things that might have been
[03:25.46] Who turn ambition to pretension
[03:29.12] To out-moulded and obscene
[03:33.47] Sell our dreams to the mainstream sway
[03:40.82] Mould our lives to a type-cast for today
[03:47.46] We pay people to destroy us
[03:51.40] In the media every day
[03:54.77] So we'll know our place and keep it
[03:58.53] And never want to move away
[04:02.16] Playing on into the ether-sphere
[04:09.46] Playing on even if no one hears
[04:16.81] And in our deepest hearts
[04:20.49] In our darkened homes
[04:25.53] We'll sometimes chance a listen
[04:32.22] To the music that died alone
[04:45.04]
[00:22.76] Spirit locked behind a public face
[00:30.13] Lost in our forgotten years
[00:37.44] Imprisoned by our mental peers
[00:44.24] Playing on into the ether-sphere
[00:51.57] Playing on and nothing interferes
[00:58.95] And in our own sweet time
[01:02.79] In our darkened homes
[01:07.59] We'll sneak a listen
[01:11.83] To the music that died alone
[01:17.43]
[01:25.26] Played across such jumbled staves
[01:32.50] Stained through dictated waves
[01:39.67] The bar-lines slash like red tape
[01:43.08] Across the manuscript of life
[01:46.81] All its melodies are trapped in templates
[01:50.37] And designer culture's knives
[01:53.80] Playing on into the ether-sphere
[02:01.05] Playing on even if no one hears
[02:08.54] And in our own sweet time
[02:12.25] In our darkened homes
[02:17.37] We'll sneak a listen
[02:21.47] To the music that died alone
[02:26.71]
[02:29.34] Music that died alone
[02:33.96]
[03:03.97] We hide such high ambition
[03:07.17] Behind the vestiges of smiles
[03:11.38] Deny such thoughts existence
[03:14.43] With cheap one-liners for a while
[03:18.73] Feeding to the critics
[03:21.88] All the things that might have been
[03:25.46] Who turn ambition to pretension
[03:29.12] To out-moulded and obscene
[03:33.47] Sell our dreams to the mainstream sway
[03:40.82] Mould our lives to a type-cast for today
[03:47.46] We pay people to destroy us
[03:51.40] In the media every day
[03:54.77] So we'll know our place and keep it
[03:58.53] And never want to move away
[04:02.16] Playing on into the ether-sphere
[04:09.46] Playing on even if no one hears
[04:16.81] And in our deepest hearts
[04:20.49] In our darkened homes
[04:25.53] We'll sometimes chance a listen
[04:32.22] To the music that died alone
[04:45.04]