Gözlerini kapattığında onu görüyorsun, bir gün nedenini anlarsın.
Passenger - Let Her Go
Bardağın dibine bakıyorsun, bir gün hayalini gerçekleştireceğini umarak.
Ama hayaller yavaş yavaş gelir ve çok hızlı gider.
Passenger - Let Her Go
Yollardan yalnızca evini özlediğinde nefret edersin.
Passenger - Let Her Go
"Fuck that. If you weren't here, I would've introduced that bunch of Heathens to my special brand of fucked up."
"And get yourself killed?"
"Will you cry at my funeral?"
"Lan! Don't joke about nonsense like that."
"But I want to know. Will you?"
I sigh as I help him into the passenger seat.
"You're my twin brother."
And?" He looks at me expectantly, like a fucking hyena who's waiting to pounce on its prey. Or maybe it's just expectation and I'm reading too much into it.
"And that means I wouldn't be the same without you. Not that you share the sentiment." I start to close the door, but he shoves his foot against it, keeping it open.
"You know, that's your problem, Bran. You always assume things about me instead of fucking talking to me. It's a nasty habit that needs to go." He holds my gaze with his identical one. "I wouldn't be the same without you, either, twat. You're part of me."
I'm the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city's ripped back sky
And everything looks good tonight
la la la la la la la la / la la la la la la la la
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...and Gansey turning to the passenger seat and asking, "What do you know about Welsh kings?"
