Taloula - Skeletons paroles de (lyrics)

I thought that I could hold my own i mean
You shouldn't feel like you're behind enemy
Lines inside of your own home
But every time that I'm alone
I feel as stable as dust
Subject to wherever that wind blows
And my mind pretends that this is a new home
And I'm just that curious kid
That just wants to know
Where every door and passageway go
But, I've been living up here for 22 years so
I know i know what lies behind all of
These doors all too well
Most of them are great
But, I don't open those so much
So I couldn't tell
You see, the door that I know all too well
Is this little closet at the
End of the hallway
It welcomes me like a holiday
But always leaves me feeling like hell


And history has given me
Countless reasons of why
I should avoid it at all costs
Yet it seems my countless demons continue
To contradict that with addictive thoughts
And before I can stop
I find myself hesitantly opening that door
Locked i glance back as if it's too late
It's not
But, I've let this thought become an action
And now this action's gaining traction
And as I twist the handle and
They all come crashing out
Skeletal hands surround
Trying to pull me down
I turn, try and close the door
Or at least scream for some help
But there's a vice grip around my
Neck so nothing comes out i try to run
But the deed has already been done
It was a choice that I made
Now I'm going to fall prey to the skeletons

And now I am struggling to breathe
But, I keep quiet so that nobody sees me
Nobody needs to see these
Skeletal beings fighting
To death to keep hold of me
I make promises I can't keep
I'm a zombie by day because
At night I don't sleep
Embarrassment is my camouflage
I don't hold hands because
I'm a damaged fraud i need the hand of God
I need a hand to God i don't need a hand
I'm all good
For the millionth time I whisper
This lie to myself as I push the hands back
And slam the door on this hell
Exhausted, I stagger to the
End if the hallway
Breathing a sigh of relief
Just another days work
Utterly isolated thinking
"What could be wrong with my nature?"
I mean how else does one get
Picked for this great curse?
Disoriented and lost I make my escape towards
The first door that I find turn the key
Twist the knob, only to reveal yet another
Army of skeletons behind
No! I didnt mean to go back
I didn't mean to go back!
I can't last another attack
I'm falling victim to my present
All because of my past
I'm falling prey to the skeletons

So all I see are ruined reputations
Scandals and defeat
Not that I failed to plan
Just that my plans failed me scratch that!
Cuz I'm done with these
Cycles of saying sorry
No more falling prey to the other side's army
And SOS, I need support
I need more than my words can say
I need words that can change
The kind of words that made
This world in six days
And just then I heard em
From the voice of a friend
Full of confidence and love
It was the voice a parent
Uses when enough is enough
And he said His grace is enough
And sufficient for me
That His power is made perfect
Whenever I am weak
And if that's what makes me free
I will scream about my weakness
So his power will always walk with me
This will no longer be the sound
Of me being beat down
This is the sound of me rebounding
The sound of me coming back to life
Like a former addict who says he's
Gotta new lease on life
Or the sound of a soldier
Coming home to his wife
Or hear the momma scream when the doctor says
"Your baby's gonna make it through the night"
This is favor that we don't deserve
Saving grace that you cannot put into words
So, it's time to open my closet doors
And let the light shine through
Cuz I want you to know you
Aren't alone in your struggle too
You see a secret is only a secret as
Long as you're willing to keep it
And freedom will only come
When you release it i need you to believe it