Lletres: Meese. Broadcast. Taking The World On.

And it ends like this
with a quote from an 80's song
"sing me to sleep"
she was hoping for it all along
i took the letter from my bed
and blacked out every line i read
except for seven words
that made so much sense to her

it's like one voice in the choir
burried by the rest

holding our breath til there's nothing left
it's too hard taking the world on
too hard taking the world on

she's the one true artist
the last of a dying breed
an unguarded heart is
the one thing you'll never need
the snow has never looked like this
the city never stops to rest
she's off to start a war
is this worth fighting for?

this is like the flash that lights up your picture
coming from the crowd

throwing fists through the air when there's no one there
it's too hard taking the world on
too hard taking the world on

carving our names so the past remains
it's too hard taking the world on
too hard taking the world on

stand up, the keys, and then the car
drive up, the porch, and then the door
two knocks, the lock, and there you are
say what i could not say before

standing our ground til the walls come down
it's too hard taking the world on
too hard taking the world on