Harakiri For The Sky - Three Empty Words lyrics

There was a poem called "Loss" once carved into stones It had three words, but the poet scratched them out It was three empty words that once dug his grave It was three empty words that once bled him dry I know some of us get lost in the fire But some of us are built from it Get to learn to embrace the storms 'Cause without rain nothing grows Not all storms come to disrupt your life Some just approach to clear your path No, I never wished you rain my dear I always wished you the beauty of storms Horizon - Tempest Let's drink on our mistakes Let's drink on these old memories Let's get lost in the storms Let's get lost in our fire Let's drink Forget Let's drink Forget You know some men can't be negotiated or reasoned with 'Cause some of them just want to watch the world burn That's why I'll never rise from the ashes my dear 'Cause I am them, I'm the whole fu*king fire I know we must have our hearts broken sometimes 'Cause having them broken also means we tried for something I know a ship's safe in a harbour but that's not what it's built for We must get broken sometimes 'cause that is how the light gets in ...That is how the light get's in... Let's drink on our mistakes Let's drink on these old memories Let's get lost in the storms Let's get lost in our fire And I'll keep these songs in mind For funerals yet to come As my memories will fade But wounds will still remain And I wish I also knew which songs Remind other people of me You too used to be about music And the songs that carried us ...Through sleepless nights... You may think I write about my own misery But I'm really writing about yours You are living in a world of fire and brimstone Just not to die from the cold inside Sometimes we think we are keeping a secret But sometimes that secret eventually keeps us That's why we give flowers mostly to the dead 'Cause regret is way stronger than our gratitude There is a poem called "distress" carved into my chest It too had three words, but the poet scratched them out It was three empty words that dug my grave It's three empty words that bled me dry And I'll keep these songs in mind For funerals yet to come As my memories will fade But wounds will still remain And I wish I also knew which songs Remind other people of me You too used to be about music And the songs that carried us ...Through sleepless nights...