Museum Of Neurotic Origins - Pathfinder lyrics

you don´t want to talk when the sun won´t shine you don´t wanna talk without bu*terflies you just wanna plant hearts those who grow in trees deep down but if you go out in the midnight just to find out where they live in the shadows behind big walls one hand reaching one hand dead this is how the lost hearts beat at midnight this is how they sound without a feeling cut asleep this is how the silence bleed at midnight this is how a scream flee in the dark all the halfs and all the pieces runnin´fast to a drowned arc dinosaurs are back in the cities ´n they deny and they deny you can count january to december you can count all the leaves and drops antarctica will swallow the sunlight so free the trees out of your hands this is how the lost hearts beat at midnight this is how they sound without a feeling cut asleep this is how the silence bleed at midnight this is how a scream flee in the dark ---- the radio edit ends here, the longer album version includes these lyrics: these sounds beat at midnight pieces, pieces these sounds beat at midnight pieces, pieces