I want the trumpets and violins to play.
I want revolvers and adrenaline today
I want solutions and kingdoms of love.
Don't want Confucian in these black walls.
But still, we stare into the fall leaves
Still falling from the trees.
I was the first to call it off,
To put them back and light the sun again.
I want the dances and the shoes to match
I want the radio and you to be my catch
I want the world to move an inch from where I stand,
To put defenses down and invite the band.
No need to sob for the scars,
I took it back and so can you.
I've seen your eyes more sad than this,
So fuck the shit and sign the list.
I was born and then I died
It's just the story of a million lives
They live for glory and then they die.
Oh, why?
I was born and then I'll die.
It'll be the story of my boring life.
But still I know I've done something right.
I want revolvers and adrenaline today
I want solutions and kingdoms of love.
Don't want Confucian in these black walls.
But still, we stare into the fall leaves
Still falling from the trees.
I was the first to call it off,
To put them back and light the sun again.
I want the dances and the shoes to match
I want the radio and you to be my catch
I want the world to move an inch from where I stand,
To put defenses down and invite the band.
No need to sob for the scars,
I took it back and so can you.
I've seen your eyes more sad than this,
So fuck the shit and sign the list.
I was born and then I died
It's just the story of a million lives
They live for glory and then they die.
Oh, why?
I was born and then I'll die.
It'll be the story of my boring life.
But still I know I've done something right.
Lyrics submitted by catnamedzane
Trumpets and Violins Lyrics as written by Peter Gunnarsson Johan Hedberg
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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i dont really know, but the singers not really happy with his life, he wants so much more out of it. and he realises that he probably wont do anything with his life, just like everyone else does
"i was born and then i died
it's just the story of a million lives"
but then he realises that it doesnt matter anyway because he's content with whaqt he has done.
or not... who cares
and about how people believe glory is what war holds.
err something...