good god, what have we done with our time?
it slipped away, and there’s no way to get it back
oh my, the cracks are getting bigger as time goes by
and it goes faster every year
some will say
that home is where the heart is
but if i may
i’ll say home is where the pain lives
every time i come home
i feel an overwhelming sense of despair
these four walls have kept me for far too long
and there’s no breaking out
there’s no breaking out of this
there’s no breaking out
it’s time to break free from all the things that we don’t need
(the last call, the last time to raise your glass)
this home is only a house in which you reside
(the last call, the last time you will see)
my back fading in the distance
some will say
if you love it let it go
but if i may
i say persistence is the way
every time that i gave up
was my thoughts admitting my body to failure
but my body wanted to keep moving
i’ve got thoughts like chains
they wrap me like i’m dying
i am not afraid of what they say
i’m caught in this rain
droplets collide like crashing cars
i am not afraid, no not today
good god, what have we done with our time?
it slipped away, and there’s no way to get it back
oh my, the cracks are getting bigger as time goes by
these four walls have kept me company for far too long
it’s time to break out and see the world with brand new eyes
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