Dead Poets | Juliana Strangelove

Spotify Once upon a time There was me and my life was a banquet where the hearts were blue. With the odds and ends of the distant beings all over, I turned my eyes away, I kept walking. I crossed the bridge at Waterloo to know I was done. I saw no shining across the street. What would it mean? What would it say? Will I ever come back to the state of mind, I wonder. Tomorrow I’ll be on one of those planes, They crack the sky; they lead the way. Tomorrow I’ll trace my melodic ill lines, And I’ll lock myself up With dead poets and dead singers, My invisible friends and I, I’m not dead, I am helpless. Try to reach out and get us. When I was me, I was looking for love, And found it in Liverpool. I lost its trail London, abandon this island, And hope abandon. Tomorrow I’ll be on one of those planes, They crack the sky; they lead the way. Tomorrow I’ll trace my melodic ill lines, And I’ll lock myself up with dead poets and dead singers, My invisible friends and I, I’m not dead, I am helpless. Try to reach out and get us. Dead poets and dead singers, My invisible friends and I, I’m not dead, I am helpless. Try to reach out and get us. Dead poets and dead singers, My invisible friends and I, I’m not dead, I am helpless. Try to reach out and get us.