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.