Lastelle - The Rooms We Lived In

Atmospheric Post-Hardcore from Oxford, UK

Distance makes the heart grow colder.

Believe the lies my mind has made to keep you from the truth.

Constant faith for the things that matter.

Oh lover, the cracks are starting to show.

Are you still here?

I need to know that things will still get better.

But you won’t give me the chance.

The cracks begin to show,

And you don’t know.

But you don’t know.

Will you utter my name when you speak of the past?

This feelings starting to swallow me up.

Because I know it won’t last.

I can’t stand to look in the mirror,

My own reflection, my own restrictions.

Cos staring back is the person, the person you want me to be.

Distance makes the heart grow colder.

Believe the lies my mind has made to keep you from the truth.

But it’s too hard to let go.

Constant faith for the things that matter.

Oh lover, the cracks are starting to show.

I’m not ready to say goodbye to you.

Cos we both know, we’re not who we used to be.

Constantly circling these rooms that we lived in,

I’m finding it hard to breathe.

My head is aching from all of these holes in the walls,

But I still find it hard to leave.

But I still find it hard to leave.

Even though there is nothing left for you and I.

You and I.