Smallest Tragedy - Sunday Munich

[00:34.56]Dust has settled on my frame of mind
[00:43.02]Misunderstood prices paid blindly for your sins
[00:52.42]Remedies and resolutions unreachable from here
[01:04.47]Past the point of solution
[01:08.83]But inside your eyes there's nothing left to see
[01:17.49]Just a dull reflection of what I use to be
[01:25.33]No more us just me and just you and just things that aren't true
[01:34.96]There's no more tolerance in me no patience no understanding
[01:42.53]I'm simply worn out run out of answers
[01:51.08]Your foundation laid with confusion
[01:55.69]Bruises my confidence in myself and in you
[02:03.98]And modern concrete and dreams
[02:08.89]Perched on the verge of truth
[02:13.06]He reached inside my womb
[02:17.41]And retrieved a circus of my masquerades
[02:26.06]Dense, thick with facades and rotten with time
[02:33.71]And replaced inside my tiny belly
[02:40.97]What he thought there sound be
[02:45.02]And in my grew the smallest tragedy
[02:51.37]And what do you have to say
[02:56.91]Silence breaks across your lips
[03:01.41]Luscious and delicious darling deafened by your indifference
[03:10.39]My cradle up inside with my own shadows
[03:17.21]I find it hard
[03:21.78]Hard to see things for what they are
[03:25.78]I stuff and swallow them these razor sharp memories
[03:34.56]And they cut on the inside
[03:38.62]Where it's most unapparent to you
[04:17.45]Inside your eyes there's nothing left to see
[04:26.17]Just a dull reflection of what I use to be
[04:33.93]No more us just me and just you and just things that aren't true
[04:44.13]There's no more tolerance in me no patience no understanding
[04:51.35]I'm simply worn out run out of answers
[04:59.88]Your foundation laid with confusion
[05:04.43]Bruises my confidence in myself and in you
[05:12.64]And modern concrete and dreams
[05:17.21]Perched on the verge of truth
[05:21.26]He reached inside my womb