Testo Still Paradise Fairweather
Try to pretend that everyoneâs not dying here. See this youth thatâs draining out and drying up. The color fades. We decay and turn away. Wonât you try and cover up all our lives. Donât you try? You find yourself falling apart when thereâs nothing wrong. Breathe in breathe out this is the end of me. Fall in fall out thereâs nothing permanent. But is it possible that things move on while weâre breaking down. Just hold me close. Donât let me go until Iâm alright. Cover us up and walk away.