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your love has been waning inside my heart
a punctured wound that heals as it scars
from prospective futures to abandoned plans
oblivion becomes both solace and haven
I wish I could've been two equal halves
One'd remain and the other would've left
I know I keep the wrong image of you
but that's the one that soothes my guilt
we craft narratives out of broken memories
I can't tell the ones I love from the ones I loathe
we craft narratives out of broken memories
I can't tell the ones I love from the ones I loathe
If I'm being honest I still keep my bad habit
of falling for any woman with crumbs of attention
And of all the nights I could've chosen
I bid you farewell on an uneventful Tuesday
As the lights died, a distant noise remained
a choir of drunks and their love attempts
a gentle rain persisted until the end
as we both walked clumsily to your apartment
we craft narratives out of broken memories
I can't tell the ones I love from the ones I loathe
we craft narratives out of broken memories
I can't tell the ones I love from the ones I loathe
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I’ve been leaving dreams by the road
Souvenirs of lives I will not charter
I’ve been teething for 28 years now
And it’s finally beginning to ache
I’ve been shedding my skin on an open field
Embarrassed yet feckless with the results
I’ve been putting up fights for 28 years now
And it’s finally beginning to show
Everything I’ve tried has been a failure
All of them supposedly lessons
And I’ve failed to comprehend them
at least I can say I’m failing less worse
I’ve been working my way up hardheaded
Aiming at the darkness, hoping for an easy win
I’ve been wasting chances for 28 years now
And it’s finally beginning to ache
I’ve been suiting up and masquerading smiles
Bragging of conquests I’m not even proud
I’ve been constantly lying for 28 years now
And it’s finally beginning to show
Everything I’ve tried has been a failure
All of my failures were supposedly lessons
And I’ve failed to comprehend them
at least I can say I’m failing less worse
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Perhaps
03:26
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One day, perhaps, love may arrive
silent as a boring night
concluding the most desperate sunset
One day, perhaps, love may take hold
crafting thousands of futures
a bricolage of excitement and emptiness
One day, perhaps, love may depart
slowly, oddly, begging for a second chance
One day, perhaps, love may become
a fossil in amber stored away in good fate
or bad luck
One day perhaps love may get old
calm as a boring night
Concluding…
A bricolage of excitement and emptiness
A bricolage of excitement and emptiness
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Warmest Winter Malmö, Sweden
www.facebook.com/warmestwintertheband
Warmest Winter is a postpunk/shoegaze
project headlined by Tiago Duarte Dias, from Rio and currently living in Sweden.
Download our EPs and our album here or listen to us via any streaming platform/
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