Beginning of the End by GoldReed Lyrics
Stagnant's so unsightly when it’s all you can foresee
Ceiling cracks seem carefree till they're staring back at me
The signals are mixed
The brainwaves are static
The time feels fixed
But the pattern’s erratic
The good that you give
Becoming mechanical
It’s circular it’s
Descent into panic
Clear skies draw me back to this time last year
Last year!
Clear skies draw me back to this time last year
Last year!
History brings jealousy of other summer seasons
Want you with me sеlfishly can't justify my reasons
The signals are mixеd
The brainwaves are static
The time feels fixed
But the pattern’s erratic
The good that you give
Becoming mechanical
It’s circular it’s
Descent into panic
Clear skies draw me back to this time last year
Last year!
Clear skies draw me back to this time last year
Last year!
Missing you more than I should say
In each of the messages I send
Pining grows fast in disarray
Not something I would recommend
Distance and months apart elapse
Pixels form halos round your head
Grievance or consolation that
It’s the beginning of the end
Missing you more than I should say
In each of the messages I send
Pining grows fast in disarray
Not something I would recommend
Distance and months apart elapse
Pixels form halos round your head
Grievance or consolation that
It’s the beginning of the end
Missing you more than I should say
In each of the messages I send
Pining grows fast in disarray
Not something I would recommend
Distance and months apart elapse
Pixels form halos round your head
Grievance or consolation that
It’s the beginning of the end
Ceiling cracks seem carefree till they're staring back at me
The signals are mixed
The brainwaves are static
The time feels fixed
But the pattern’s erratic
The good that you give
Becoming mechanical
It’s circular it’s
Descent into panic
Clear skies draw me back to this time last year
Last year!
Clear skies draw me back to this time last year
Last year!
History brings jealousy of other summer seasons
Want you with me sеlfishly can't justify my reasons
The signals are mixеd
The brainwaves are static
The time feels fixed
But the pattern’s erratic
The good that you give
Becoming mechanical
It’s circular it’s
Descent into panic
Clear skies draw me back to this time last year
Last year!
Clear skies draw me back to this time last year
Last year!
Missing you more than I should say
In each of the messages I send
Pining grows fast in disarray
Not something I would recommend
Distance and months apart elapse
Pixels form halos round your head
Grievance or consolation that
It’s the beginning of the end
Missing you more than I should say
In each of the messages I send
Pining grows fast in disarray
Not something I would recommend
Distance and months apart elapse
Pixels form halos round your head
Grievance or consolation that
It’s the beginning of the end
Missing you more than I should say
In each of the messages I send
Pining grows fast in disarray
Not something I would recommend
Distance and months apart elapse
Pixels form halos round your head
Grievance or consolation that
It’s the beginning of the end