There is something in your eyes
that frightens me so
It's clinging to my shirt
like the static in your hair
Something here is wrong
I've always had that feeling
I have dust in my veins
I'm outdated as a joke
I keep everything you leave behind
Every ugly thing with affection
it has become harder to mend what you break
You've become inflammable, igniting all that you touch
And I've become of age, not the same
it's out of my reach...
A yawn between the words
The radio drowns it all
Through paper-thin walls
there is a whistle, out of key
There is something in your eyes ignites a spark
The light bulbs flicker, die, and all is still
I keep everything you leave behind
all the dirt, all that disrupts
it has become harder to protect the frail
You've become inflammable, igniting it all
And I've become of age, not the same
it's out of my reach
it's out of my reach...
It's only memories for life
but you take everything for granted
It's only memories for life
and you take everything for granted
Nice, Paul. The band just recently called it quits after 26 years and twelve albums.
It was my sister who introduced me to their music, a long time ago.
Nitpicking here but I would translate the lyrics as such;
