Back To the Start - Cary Brothers

I would rather not go Back to the old house I would rather not go Back to the old house There's too many Bad memories Too many memories There When you cycled by Here began all my dreams The saddest thing I've ever seen And you never knew How much I really liked you Because I never even told you Oh and I meant to Are you still there Or have you moved away? Or have you moved away? I would love to go Back to the old house But I never will I never will I never will

Take me back, back to the city, city Back, back to the city (oh-oh-oh) (Oh-oh-oh) yeah, oh, woo! Hey you, do you remember? 한 밤의 hangout, 밤새 빛나던 옹기종기 모여 얘길 나눠볼까? Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh And that night, 반했던 city (oh, yeah) 설렘 가득한 (ha), 꿈같던 순간 (yo) 그 때로 돌아가, we keep on dreaming, dreaming It's so fun, so fun 우리로 가득했던 곳 함께여서, never afraid Oh, my gosh Was the best time I ever had, oh-whoa 오늘도 오로라, 오로라 빛 (오로라, 오로라 빛) 그곳이 우리를 부르니, yeah 다 함께 또 놀러 가 꼭 네 손을 잡고서 All night 춤추는 도시 위로 Moonlight, 비추는 맘이 shine Oh-oh-oh-oh, back, back to the city Oh-oh-oh-oh, back to the city All day 빛나는, 우린 서로 Daylight, 따스히 지켜 줘 Oh-oh-oh-oh, let's go back into the city Oh-oh-oh-oh, back to the city 정신 없이 즐겨 봐 맘이 가는 대로 다 언제라도, that's okay, 신나는 party 초 꽂은 cake 후 불고 wish 눈 감고 간절하게 그렸던 꿈, 난 빌어 Yes, we were feeling so high, feeling so high 기억을 되돌리는, oh, beautiful stars 다 함께 또 놀러 가 꼭 네 손을 잡고서 All night 춤추는 도시 위로 Moonlight, 비추는 맘이 shine Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, back, back to the city Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, back to the city All day 빛나는, 우린 서로 Daylight, 따스히 지켜 줘 Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, let's go back into the city Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, back to the city (Take me back) take me back, back to the city (Take me back) take me back, back to the city (Take me back before the nineteen) take me back before the nineteen Back to the city 눈을 감아 봐 별자리 같던, oh, 그 도시 난 마치 어제처럼 선명해져 (선명해져) 나 무너질 때 언제라도 일으켜준 소중한 기억 Baby, let's get started, keep trying Let us be, 기억해 우리 (Hey, you) all night 춤추는 도시 위로 (Oh) moonlight, 비추는 맘이 shine Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, back, back to the city (to the city) Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, back to the city All day 빛나는, 우린 서로 Daylight, 따스히 지켜 줘 (지켜 줘) Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, let's go back into the city Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, back to the city (baby, yeah, oh) Take me back, back to the city Take me back, back to the city (to the city) Take me into the city (come on) Back to the city Take me back, back to the city (to the nineteen) Take me back, back to the city Take me into the city (before the nineteen) Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, back to the city

Take me out of this prison Back to the clear blue sky Take me back to the part where this cowboy's heart Want's to live 'til I die Take me back to the prairie Away from these cold prison bars By a campfire's gleam let me lie there and dream Under a blanket of stars Where each mountain top wears a halo Of fleecy white clouds overhead Where symphonies ring from birds on the wing And the grass is like a soft feather bed Take me back to the prairie Bach to the land I love best So that when I am gone I'll be where I belong There in my haven of rest

The businessmen drink my blood Like the kids in art school said they would And I guess I'll just begin again You say, "Can we still be friends?" If I was scared, I would And if I was bored, you know I would And if I was yours, but I'm not All the kids have always known That the emperor wears new clothes But they bow down to him anyway Because it's better than being alone If I was scared, I would And if I was bored, you know I would And if I was yours, but I'm not Now you're knocking at my door Saying, "Please come out with us tonight" But I would rather be alone Than pretend I feel alright If the businessmen drink my blood Like the kids in art school said they would Then I guess I'll just begin again You say, "Can we still be friends?" If I was scared, I would And if I was pure, you know I would And if I was yours, but I'm not Now I'm ready to start If I was scared, I would And if I was pure, you know I would And if I was yours, but I'm not Now I'm ready to start Now I'm ready to start I would rather be wrong Than live in the shadows of your song My mind is open wide And now I'm ready to start Now I'm ready to start My mind is open wide Now I'm ready to start Not sure you'll open the door To step out into the dark Now I'm ready

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour