Besedila: David Usher. Strange Birds. Happy Endings.

So this is midnight
I can feel the coming storm
My perverted butterfly
You begin to be transformed
And we are drained out
Emptied in the atmosphere
Fashionable as suicide
Never thought it'd feel so real

These happy endings are just illusions
Dying every day that we go by
Here i'm stripped naked for the conclusion
It's killing me a little at a time

In this silence
We design a different life
Strategies of compromise
Lovers lose their appetites

And are we hopeless
Underneath the diamond sky
Longing turns to bitterness
Modern love just can't survive

These happy endings are just illusions
Dying every day that we go by
Here i'm stripped naked for the conclusion
It's killing me a little at a time

And i walk and i fall till i can't feel a thing
I am sick of the sound of my own shattered mind
I don't know who i am
I don't know where we all will be