Everything you'd live and die for Reasons leading you through here Perished matriarchal bonds Failing innocence of love When the world beckons your approach It swallows you whole You'll believe what you're led to believe In the hands of ghosts we're never responsible Wait to see what you're meant to see The veil lifts when you expose your soul Pray'd I would leave this place someday Joined to alarm from long ago now unconcerned Euphorically floating upon wax wings where is the sun? I still see her face; her beauty, her grace Transfixed like a light in front of me It follows my soul And swallows me whole You'll believe what you're led to believe In the hands of ghosts we're never responsible Wait to see what you're meant to see The veil lifts when you expose your soul Left, right, left, right... His branches reached so far before His leaves were bold extremities with great control Wasted along; he died alone You'll believe what you're led to believe In the hands of ghosts we're never responsible Wait to see what you're meant to see The veil lifts when you expose your soul She's inanimate, bloodless elegance Fatal fascination breeds a bloom of misery Helpless hiding tongues, bathed in revulsion Here lies possibility wilting premature But the right hand hates the left and the sea's upset with the sky So we press on in spite of the spite Happiness is a knife when the worlds on its side and your minds on fire Trying to find the trouble with the trouble I've found Begging my god to make the wheels go round Eat so much but I never get full Earth opened up and swallowed us whole
@@pratt9182 yeah the dear hunter is on spotify! sadly act 2 is missing quite a few tracks :( they used to be available on spotify so i'm assuming it was some sort of rights loss on spotify's part? still a shame. makes listening to the series way more disjointed
At first I was was all upset that The Receiving End of Sirens was gonna be at Bamboozle on the day I'm going, but then I realized The Dear Hunter was. So I gave them a long-overdue listen. And realized that this s just as good. :3
I personally have never paid any attention to one direction but I don't like anything I've heard. I respect people for what they like, even if I think I have better taste, but I think everyone feels like that. I guess that's what individuality means. People on RU-vid are very expressive of their individuality (and willing to oppress unto others said individuality).
Some people don't know true talent (Justin Bieber and One Direction fans.) But luckily, I do. Therefore I shall continually listen to Casey's beautiful voice until I die. I can never thank his cousin Luke enough for showing me this orgasmic music.
by the way as a music lover i enjoy some justin bieber and 1d songs. wouldn't by any stretch call myself a fan but i like some of their stuff. and yet i'm still here. just throwing that out there
Ha ha ha talentful... you directioners and your limited grasp of nearly everything, one day you'll be big boys and girls and instead of saying "...& I love the dear hunter" you'll just say "i love the dear hunter!"
Everything you'd live and die for Reasons leading you through here Perished matriarchal bonds, failing innocence of love When the world beckons your approach, it swallows you whole You'll believe what you're meant to believe In the hands of ghosts, we're never responsible Wait to see what you're meant to see The veil lifts when you expose your soul Prayed I would leave this place someday Joined to alarm from long ago, now unconcerned Euphorically floating upon wax wings, where is the sun? I still see her face; her beauty, her grace Transfixed like a light in front of me It follows my soul, and swallows me whole You'll believe what you're led to believe In the hands of ghosts, we're never responsible Wait to see what you're meant to see The veil lifts when you expose your soul Left, right, left, right Left, right, left, right Left, right, left, right His branches reached so far before His leaves were bold extremities with great control Wasted along; he died alone You'll believe what you're meant to believe In the hands of ghosts, we're never responsible Wait to see what you're meant to see The veil lifts when you expose your soul She's inanimate, bloodless elegance Fatal fascination breeds a bloom of misery Helpless hiding tongues, bathed in revulsion Here lies possibility, wilting prematurely But the right hand hates the left And the sea's upset with the sky So we press on, press on, press on, press on In spite of the spite Happiness is a knife When the world rolls on its side And your mind's on fire Don’t you know that happiness is a knife When the world’s on fire Trying to find the trouble with the trouble I've found Begging my god to make the wheels go round Eat so much but I never get full Earth opened up and swallowed us whole (x2)
