Two Weeks In London Lyrics

What to say when it's all been said before?
Could this all be just a test?
Every word uttered in jest.
It is without out doubt that this si killing me.
My head is buried in my chest
but this is where I feel blessed.
(I feel blessed.)

Is this what you die for?
Is this what opens your eyes?
Wider than wide,
wider than wide.

My hands are freezing cold
(but I will never tell).
My smile is just a mask
(and I wear it so well).
You can convince yourself but there's no excuse for
this innocence.

Let it go,
there'll be no second chance.
No more chance to explain;
every word bleeds out in vain.
These stalemates and sins are so heartbreaking.
We're ghost sometimes you and I,
perhaps that's why I can't say goodbye.

Is this what you die for?
Is this what opens your eyes?
Wider than wide,
wider than wide.

I can not explain.
This is a message,
this is fate.
But what's the point of even speaking
with tombstones for
teeth?

Is this what you die for?
Is this what opens your eyes?
Wider than wide,
wider than wide.

My hands are freezing cold
(but I will never tell).
My smile is just a mask
(and I wear it so well).
You can convince yourself but there's no excuse for
this innocence...
this innocence...
this innocence...
this innocence...