White Lips Kissed

Wake me up, only nightmares take me in
Through these walls the winter bites
A draft from all sides

Why did you not include me on your list?
Let me in through the ceiling
White lips kissed

Our love is a fickle love
Keeps itself locked in a suitcase
To be ready to go always

I won't cry when the silver lining shows
But you're right, you understand
You ride with both hands
Worrying is the breathing that you need
So there won't be far to fall
You mustn't climb tall

Things that are supposed to mean lots
Leave you cold
And with a malady of the soul

Our love is a tricky love
Bet you know this, bet you noticed
Bet you know, which is why

I should know better than anyone ever could
Soon as I let go
Everything falls apart

I won't cry when the silver lining shows
But you're right, you understand
You ride with both hands
Worrying is the breathing that you need
So there won't be far to fall
You mustn't climb tall

Wake me up, only nightmares take me in
Through these walls the winter bites
A draft from all sides
Of course you can, there are diamonds in demand
It's a shame and as you know
The stain will not go

Saliva

And I'm sorry about you and me
And I'm sorry about us

You tried to give it your best but to what end, Saliva
You may not think so at first but I'm your designated driver
But this roadside is not yours or mine
And it's about time that I stop

She is the grey weather
At end of my tether
I didn't quite make it
I had to forsake it

And as I sit on the train I can taste her in my saliva
But I still depend on my Thursday friend, Saliva
And there's no book about you and me
All the snippets remain

I get a light, I get a light from everyone
That's right so undetermined
All I do now is just horrible and mean
I used to think that she and me could only be
Just fine, and to begin with
Nothing seems wrong
But it's not a happy song

And I'm sorry (I’m really, really sorry) about you and me
And I'm sorry (I’m really, really sorry) about us

She is the grey weather
At end of my tether
I didn't quite make it
I had to forsake it

I'm finding out
That you can't mess around with Saliva
And I drive a lot
Cause I can't stop thinking about her

(I'm in your hands)

I'll be yours, you'll be mine
It'll be fine, intertwined

Wet your dried out lips with saliva
What's more strange than this? Your saliva
If I did not miss you saliva
If my lips could kiss your saliva still

Symmetry

Bo, this is for you.

I'm caught in the symmetry of your mind
But I'm not happier than you
I'm caught in the symmetry of your mind
But I'm not happier than you

Did I really see you or was it just a dream
(Dreaming) that it was seamless, not a trace of wrong
(Wrong) words that we have spoken little did we know
(No) bigotry no tears shed, oh if only

You'd try to be polite thinking you were right
Only to find that you're unkind
But ironically you will always be
Belle of The Ball ...at least to me

I'm caught in the symmetry of your mind
But I'm not happier than you

But my words are frail, not audible
They do not even convince me, perhaps they are untrue
(Truly) with you the worst is always true
I gave you all the benefits of all the doubts I had

Never hoped to be as benign as me
Funny how you always get through
But ironically you will always be
Belle of The Ball ...at least to me

Comforting Sounds

To my Midnight Angel, in memory of better times.

If you have not noticed, I do not like to upload live concert clips, but this is the only snippet that features the longer, more complete version of this song. Besides, if this is any indication how cool a Mew concert looks, feel and sounds like, I can't wait for them to drop by Malaysia, as unlikely as that maybe.

I don't feel alright in spite of these comforting sounds you make.
I don't feel alright because you make promises that you break.
Into your house, why don't we share our solitude?
Nothing is pure anymore but solitude.

It's hard to make sense, feels as if I'm sensing you through a lens.
If someone else comes, I'd just sit here listening to the drums.
Previously I never called it solitude.

And probably you know all the dirty shows I've put on.
Blunted and exhausted like anyone.
Honestly I tried to avoid it. Honestly.

Back when we were kids, we would always know when to stop.
And now all the good kids are messing up.
Nobody has gained or accomplished anything.

City Voices

From the sounds of approaching footsteps
I got scared that it wasn't you
I had heard ‘bout that thing that happened
Still I hope that it wasn't true

But there in the dark
Voices call out someone's name
Have you heard ‘bout the city voices
Voices that tell you secrets?

Your eyes told of a million memories
Your mouth spoke of a million things

I said you were cool
You said 'no', I asked you why
You said don't trust the city voices
Voices that fill you with lies

You said don't trust the city voices
Voices that fill you with lies

Behind the Drapes

All of us now
Dent as we fall
To amorous light
We call out

Why are we so alone
Even with company?
If not the moon
Will us guide
Will then the street light?

All of us now
Breathe it like smoke
To know what it's like
Breathing to choke

Well for nine days
A small moth has
Tried to escape
Our bedroom

Why are we so alone
Even with company?
We are the prey
For each day
A striking distance

Why are we so alone
Even with company?
If not the moon
Will us guide
Will then the street light?

Why are we so alone
Even with company?
We ought to pray
For each day
A striking distance