in blue music we trust

you think that you know me, through awaken lies, assume that i'm only, a state of mind, my life is like a metaphor, for everything that's gone before, you tell me it's a failing, but i feel fine, so quote to me from books you read, on what to think and how to need, use the same adjectives for the fortieth time, whispers in my ears oh, whispers in my ears oh, diluting my tears oh, the death of all conversation, inane but discretely, these words will defeat me, whispers in my ears oh, the death of all conversation, floats away, but i'll be brave, believe in all fortune, favors the grave, my life's becoming more defined, and at the age of 29, you tell me it's elusive, but i feel loved, i see the kicks beneath her skin, elucidates my own being, and well worn is the promise that i keep inside, whispers in my ears oh, whispers in my ears oh, diluting my tears oh, the death of all conversation, no words to complete this, no words to compete with this, whispers in my ears oh, the death of all conversation, and if it's frequent scent, then it's the way it is, 'cause what i've got at home, is what i need at home, this is my dilemma, i hope it makes you tremor, 'cause what i've got at home, is what i need at home, so when it all turns black, from everything you lack, is what you've got at home, what you got at home, so as i'm moving forward, i only think of these words, is what i've got at home, what i need at home