Atone
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โฑ๏ธ 3:49 duration
๐ ID: 5538144
๐ Lyrics
In the ephemeral moments between subtle misery
We bite our tongues to avoid our discomfort
We slowly attune to glances exchanged
In place of benevolent words that could help soothe the aches
We behave in a way that makes us believe we've grown unfamiliar
But the frail disposition of love is so swiftly displaced
When left to endure the violence of doubt
Slow to atone
A voice I don't hear as my own
Hollow apologies
The longing for condolence
Is relegated to no more than velleity
We reprise our role as strangers
We rehearse small resentments when in isolation
But miss every cue when stood under the lights
Quietened tones to conceal our frustrations
The same melancholia every night
And in our indifference we're quick to surrender
The passion we'd lit to help navigate each other
A stoic hand dismantles love
And before the light is even extinguished
We've reprised our roles as strangers
Slow to atone
A voice I don't hear as my own
Hollow apologies
The longing for condolence
Is relegated to no more than velleity
We'd rehearse small resentments when in isolation
Then choke on the words when reciting our lines
Never perceptive to our situation
The same melancholia every night
We bite our tongues to avoid our discomfort
We slowly attune to glances exchanged
In place of benevolent words that could help soothe the aches
We behave in a way that makes us believe we've grown unfamiliar
But the frail disposition of love is so swiftly displaced
When left to endure the violence of doubt
Slow to atone
A voice I don't hear as my own
Hollow apologies
The longing for condolence
Is relegated to no more than velleity
We reprise our role as strangers
We rehearse small resentments when in isolation
But miss every cue when stood under the lights
Quietened tones to conceal our frustrations
The same melancholia every night
And in our indifference we're quick to surrender
The passion we'd lit to help navigate each other
A stoic hand dismantles love
And before the light is even extinguished
We've reprised our roles as strangers
Slow to atone
A voice I don't hear as my own
Hollow apologies
The longing for condolence
Is relegated to no more than velleity
We'd rehearse small resentments when in isolation
Then choke on the words when reciting our lines
Never perceptive to our situation
The same melancholia every night
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:07.27] In the ephemeral moments between subtle misery
[00:12.06] We bite our tongues to avoid our discomfort
[00:15.53] We slowly attune to glances exchanged
[00:19.54] In place of benevolent words that could help soothe the aches
[00:25.11] We behave in a way that makes us believe we've grown unfamiliar
[00:39.08] But the frail disposition of love is so swiftly displaced
[00:44.14] When left to endure the violence of doubt
[00:52.80] Slow to atone
[00:54.53] A voice I don't hear as my own
[00:57.59] Hollow apologies
[01:00.41] The longing for condolence
[01:03.47] Is relegated to no more than velleity
[01:09.75] We reprise our role as strangers
[01:23.26] We rehearse small resentments when in isolation
[01:27.22] But miss every cue when stood under the lights
[01:31.56] Quietened tones to conceal our frustrations
[01:35.24] The same melancholia every night
[02:11.42] And in our indifference we're quick to surrender
[02:15.45] The passion we'd lit to help navigate each other
[02:23.51] A stoic hand dismantles love
[02:27.50] And before the light is even extinguished
[02:32.92] We've reprised our roles as strangers
[02:44.33] Slow to atone
[02:46.44] A voice I don't hear as my own
[02:49.70] Hollow apologies
[02:52.39] The longing for condolence
[02:55.27] Is relegated to no more than velleity
[03:15.35] We'd rehearse small resentments when in isolation
[03:19.41] Then choke on the words when reciting our lines
[03:23.64] Never perceptive to our situation
[03:27.44] The same melancholia every night
[03:34.66]
[00:12.06] We bite our tongues to avoid our discomfort
[00:15.53] We slowly attune to glances exchanged
[00:19.54] In place of benevolent words that could help soothe the aches
[00:25.11] We behave in a way that makes us believe we've grown unfamiliar
[00:39.08] But the frail disposition of love is so swiftly displaced
[00:44.14] When left to endure the violence of doubt
[00:52.80] Slow to atone
[00:54.53] A voice I don't hear as my own
[00:57.59] Hollow apologies
[01:00.41] The longing for condolence
[01:03.47] Is relegated to no more than velleity
[01:09.75] We reprise our role as strangers
[01:23.26] We rehearse small resentments when in isolation
[01:27.22] But miss every cue when stood under the lights
[01:31.56] Quietened tones to conceal our frustrations
[01:35.24] The same melancholia every night
[02:11.42] And in our indifference we're quick to surrender
[02:15.45] The passion we'd lit to help navigate each other
[02:23.51] A stoic hand dismantles love
[02:27.50] And before the light is even extinguished
[02:32.92] We've reprised our roles as strangers
[02:44.33] Slow to atone
[02:46.44] A voice I don't hear as my own
[02:49.70] Hollow apologies
[02:52.39] The longing for condolence
[02:55.27] Is relegated to no more than velleity
[03:15.35] We'd rehearse small resentments when in isolation
[03:19.41] Then choke on the words when reciting our lines
[03:23.64] Never perceptive to our situation
[03:27.44] The same melancholia every night
[03:34.66]