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aviators - au revoir كلمات أغنية

[verse 1]
as ships stuck in bottles, or clay sculpted models
a picture of dust and decay
we’ve searched for an ending, to colors pretending
and secrets kept shuttered away
i yearn to break open, to peel back the paint
are these footsteps of fools, or the steps of the saints?
i can’t see to the edges, this trapped reverie
all the cards are foretelling, its eyes are on mе

[pre_chorus]
and yet, the faint silhouettе
eclipses the all_consuming questions looming
hearts familiar and dark
still touch on a memory now obscure
les couleurs s’évanouissent
la lumière noircit
silence
silence

[chorus]
au revoir, may we meet again
when for those who come after
we’ve buried our friends
in the last memoir, i’ll rewrite the rain
paint the strokes of creation, adapted from pain
[verse 2]
i was there on the shores, and was put in my place
now i’m losing my mind, or repainting my face
i’m not sure where the canvas begins and i end
have we finished our journey, or am i condemned?
the march of the embers that no one remembers
a fracture has left us this grave
but as one of ashes, my memory clashes
somehow leaving me unafraid

[pre_chorus]
and yet, the faint silhouette
eclipses the all_consuming questions looming
hearts familiar and dark
still touch on a memory now obscure
les couleurs s’évanouissent
la lumière noircit
silence
silence

[chorus]
au revoir, may we meet again
when for those who come after
we’ve buried our friends
in the last memoir, i’ll rewrite the rain
paint the strokes of creation, adapted from pain
[bridge]
i’ve pulled at the threads of this tearing façade
are these tricks of a devil, or works of a god?
if i can’t tell the difference, my worth seems unknown
but still i keep on marching towards tragedy’s throne
can art show the meaning of true sacrifice?
in the dust of creation, a refugee’s price
still i choose my emotions, these phantoms aren’t real
so i’ll cling to an image as canvases peel

[verse 3]
but when i remember, i don’t understand
why destroy a soul’s memoir?
the work of pain’s hands?
for in each our own way, we suffer our share
if our hearts won’t accept
then we must be repaired

[chorus]
au revoir, may we meet again
when for those who come after
we’ve buried our friends
in the last memoir, i’ll rewrite the rain
paint the strokes of creation, adapted from pain

- aviators

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