a/n: i decided to make a "quasi album" for some of my -like- songs. which means most of the same themes will be in these songs, or else there will be a mentioning of the same themes. these are in order as well, which took me a bit to sort out. the emotion starts light and floaty (as in youth) and gets steadily darker (hitting a peak in 'Destroyist Generation') to end in a slightly lighter note (but still questioning mood with 'The Faster We Fly'). so enjoy and all that.

sound - indie / rock / alternative


.wonders never end.

shakespeare wrote about all life's worst and little best
and wrote his words straight to this self-claimed masochist
who wonders and wonders and the wonders never end
about life and living and all sorts of things
about why her friends are like people she's never met
they don't get along and don't even know her favourite song
and even if Chicago is played, its tune will always fade
because the wonders will never end

she used to catch butterflies and put them in a jar
and cried when they died as if she was never the cause
and she crushed snails for no reason at all
and took the wings off flies so they were made entirely of irony
just because she knew nothing else
not even her own self

and time went by and that girl was moved aside
now older and wiser to the world's rotten sides
she just watches the butterflys as they flutter by
wondering why colours like those will never stick to her
and why strangers stare back from her friends
and she wonders and wonders and the wonders never end
even when the flies die by themselves and the wings disappear
the ambitions she used to own were crushed long ago
like fading Chicago and like the snail's shells beneath bare feet
a life ended so neat

she used to catch butterflies and put them in a jar
and cried when they died as if she was never the cause
and she crushed snails for no reason at all
and took the wings off flies so they were made entirely of irony
just because she knew nothing else
not even her own self

and now she watches the world move on
all those butterflys with their colours of glory
once encaged in glass jars like a hope to cling to
now there's nothing to sing to
just lost and living a lifeless story

and she wonders and wonders and the wonders never end
the wonders never end