Letra da Música: The Repuidated Immortals - Of Montreal

The creator of what's now cliché had some funny words to say,
"all you little things are incomplete,'
why did he speak of us that way?
I don't cry not 'cause I don't care,
It's very hard to feel the way we used to feel up there,
The creator of what's now cliché,
Wants us little things to cry and feel alone.

But don't don't lose hope no no no no,
No no no don't feel sad 'cause it's a violent world,
But there's still beauty,
I'll take care of you if you take care of me.

I like to sit and listen to the sound,
Of the snowflakes landing on the trees,
But I can't get used to feeling cold,
I can't get used to what has happened here to you and me,
There's no escaping so I won't try,
It's just the heaviness that comes with knowing you will never die.