所属专辑:The Many Faces of Oliver Hart or How Eye One the Write Too Think
歌手: Eyedea
时长: 03:54
Bottle Dreams - Eyedea[00:00:00]
Everyone knew she was a special young girl[00:00:22]
From her neighbors to her teachers[00:00:25]
Some labeled her a prodigy others called her a genius[00:00:27]
It was amazing the way she could play the violin[00:00:30]
It made it hard for people to believe that she only ten[00:00:32]
But behind every brilliant mind there lies a monster[00:00:35]
This one just so happened to be her father[00:00:39]
See daddy was sick he'd get a rush by playing touchy touch[00:00:42]
And telling her to keep it hush[00:00:45]
It was his seceret way of loving that he needed someone he could trust[00:00:47]
F**ked her head up saying if momma was alive she'd be so proud of us[00:00:50]
So she'd hide the desire to die[00:00:54]
But if you paid close attention you could see the sorrow in her eyes[00:00:56]
Walking around in the only real hell[00:01:00]
No one would ever think she'd have such a story to tell[00:01:03]
Afraid to go home afraid to talk afraid of crying[00:01:06]
She was too young to even know why[00:01:08]
And everyday she'd go to the river with a message in a bottle saying[00:01:11]
Please god help me I don't wanna live to see tommarow[00:01:15]
Each day she'd scrounge for a tiny shread of hope[00:01:18]
Just to wish the bottle would stay afloat[00:01:20]
But every single solitary day the bottle seems to sink[00:01:23]
I don't know why but the bottle always sinks[00:01:27]
She never sees it happen but the bottle always sinks[00:01:29]
Now only the bottom of the river knows what she really thinks[00:01:32]
She made that violin sing with so much pain[00:01:36]
You could almost hear her scream through the strange vibrations[00:01:39]
What was once sweet and innocent[00:01:41]
Is now riding with the phsychotic father[00:01:43]
Chose to probe the flowers of the pure and sacred[00:01:45]
Her instrument was a rolly tongue[00:01:48]
To express the infinite abuse in it's depths[00:01:50]
At night the footsteps crept to her door and she'd begin to shake and weap[00:01:53]
And with tears rolling down her cheeks she's pretend she was asleep[00:01:56]
When the nightmare was over and the sun dawn is light[00:01:59]
She'd retreat to the same place she always did[00:02:03]
Rip a page from her diary and write with all her might[00:02:05]
Then send it off into the current determined to find a way to live[00:02:08]
And everyday she'd go to the river with a message in a bottle saying[00:02:11]
Please god help me I don't wanna live to see tommarow[00:02:15]
Each day she'd scrounge for a tiny shread of hope[00:02:18]
Just to wish the bottle would stay afloat[00:02:20]
But every single solitary day the bottle seems to sink[00:02:23]
I don't know why but the bottle always sinks[00:02:27]
She never sees it happen but the bottle always sinks[00:02:30]
Now only the bottom of the river knows what she really thinks[00:02:32]
Being a victim of her daddy's hands for so long[00:02:47]
She lost the will to move on[00:02:49]
Sick of picking up her violin to hide from what's wrong[00:02:50]
Exausted but staying strong[00:02:54]
She tried to play the bright side but couldn't bring herself to make[00:02:55]
Nothing but sad songs[00:02:58]
Sick of that sick feeling that stays in her stomach[00:03:00]
Sick of waiting for a rescue by someone who found one of her bottles[00:03:02]
Sick of being daddy's little seceret[00:03:06]
She got up at the crack of day and smashed her violin into pieces[00:03:08]
Then proceeded to walk towards the river with a plan[00:03:11]
Only this time the diary and bottle was in her hand[00:03:14]
Just walk with herself away from the hell[00:03:17]
Not knowing at the river bottom lied all the cries for help[00:03:20]
It was weeks before they found her dead body[00:03:24]
Some fisherman reeled it from the water[00:03:26]
Something from a detective novel[00:03:28]
Diagonosis suicide stemed from desperation[00:03:29]
Was near where she drowned they found about 500 messages in sunken bottles[00:03:32]