Are we sleeping in the shadows of life?
Is a past of shady photographs a past of lies?
The sun that rise to kiss the skies...
What I wouldn't give to see it with new eyes
And then what?
Standing at the summit of a hill
When the mountain is the thrill
Makes me so sad...
Cold and dark, forgetting what it feels like, to hold and to be held
But she can't hide emotions, her tears are never far away
She is hammered by a legacy, long since dead
Thinks the monster won't return once it's been fed
And then what?
When the mountain is a hill
Once you're drained of all your skill
You fly away?
You left us here to remember
The scented touch of love
Drunk and disillusioned
I stand before you now
I can't take this world for what it is
There's nothing left to find
Friends and lovers, are you all
misprinted in my mind? |
