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Can there be a more bitter chore, than to be locked behind a closed door, having to wait until the God's say, button your shirt, today's the day...
And when does it come, when can it ever? (Keep your chin high man, never say never...)
Seconds come hours stay breathing's slow throughout the day wish I could see what's going to be but I guess I must stay and just hope and pray...
Deluded and sickened by the calms of the shadows that exist in our mind to cover up the past, shine a torch through your eyes and see all the corners, thorns can be pulled out and scars can be healed, sure you can show them, your mind can't be sealed, say what you want to and hide the perfection, hold close why you speak so lonely for a thankful correction, and lie in the moonlight with your fears and your dreams, no light through your eyelids, you've pulled tight all the seams.
For the lady that exists of no more of glass, can you see deep into her past? Does the light reflect from the surface of her mind, or does it hold the light, and treat it so kind? The light may not show till you look for the glow and make sure you know it's the right place to go... Can you see right through? Do you think she is true? You see your hand as you caress her hair? Do you really believe that she's really there?
I look too far into a empty jar and expect to see a reflection of me... whenever did I think that life would be easy, a boat on the sea of life has sure made me queasy, but that's not to say I haven't been sick, and now the poison has left me quick, so I can sit right back and watch the tide, the sun will show, the sun will hide, there goes the day, lost in the sway, guess that's just going to be the way.
Easy to accept a life of waiting, walls bought to pass time with painting, how shocked would we be if the dream would come true, and I could finally spend my life with you? Come back my hope and sit with me, we can hold each other and watch the sea... come on my laughter and come on my smile, where've you been for all this while? I'm sure I remember how we all used to play, the things we'd do and the things we'd say, but ever since you went away, it was hard to make it through the day...
And now your faces return and I don't feel lonely... a tearful smile returns as I remember our dreams, our passions and oddities, our strengthening beams, the ones that have built us, and now they've welded tight, so I can rock from side to side, and still feel alright.
The thin ice has cracked, and I've met the water, taken my fears to the slaughter, and you know what? It feels pretty good. Just as I kinda thought it would.
And for all I've done and for all I've seen, it's just left me feeling clean, a day has gone, a new one is here, tomorrow brings more, and there's nothing to fear.
And when does it come, when can it ever? (Keep your chin high man, never say never...)
Seconds come hours stay breathing's slow throughout the day wish I could see what's going to be but I guess I must stay and just hope and pray...
Deluded and sickened by the calms of the shadows that exist in our mind to cover up the past, shine a torch through your eyes and see all the corners, thorns can be pulled out and scars can be healed, sure you can show them, your mind can't be sealed, say what you want to and hide the perfection, hold close why you speak so lonely for a thankful correction, and lie in the moonlight with your fears and your dreams, no light through your eyelids, you've pulled tight all the seams.
For the lady that exists of no more of glass, can you see deep into her past? Does the light reflect from the surface of her mind, or does it hold the light, and treat it so kind? The light may not show till you look for the glow and make sure you know it's the right place to go... Can you see right through? Do you think she is true? You see your hand as you caress her hair? Do you really believe that she's really there?
I look too far into a empty jar and expect to see a reflection of me... whenever did I think that life would be easy, a boat on the sea of life has sure made me queasy, but that's not to say I haven't been sick, and now the poison has left me quick, so I can sit right back and watch the tide, the sun will show, the sun will hide, there goes the day, lost in the sway, guess that's just going to be the way.
Easy to accept a life of waiting, walls bought to pass time with painting, how shocked would we be if the dream would come true, and I could finally spend my life with you? Come back my hope and sit with me, we can hold each other and watch the sea... come on my laughter and come on my smile, where've you been for all this while? I'm sure I remember how we all used to play, the things we'd do and the things we'd say, but ever since you went away, it was hard to make it through the day...
And now your faces return and I don't feel lonely... a tearful smile returns as I remember our dreams, our passions and oddities, our strengthening beams, the ones that have built us, and now they've welded tight, so I can rock from side to side, and still feel alright.
The thin ice has cracked, and I've met the water, taken my fears to the slaughter, and you know what? It feels pretty good. Just as I kinda thought it would.
And for all I've done and for all I've seen, it's just left me feeling clean, a day has gone, a new one is here, tomorrow brings more, and there's nothing to fear.
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Can there be a more bitter chore, than to be locked behind a closed door, having to wait until the God's say, button your shirt, today's the day...
And when does it come, when can it ever? (Keep your chin high man, never say never...)
Seconds come hours stay breathing's slow throughout the day wish I could see what's going to be but I guess I must stay and just hope and pray...
Deluded and sickened by the calms of the shadows that exist in our mind to cover up the past, shine a torch through your eyes and see all the corners, thorns can be pulled out and scars can be healed, sure you can show them, your mind can't be sealed, say what you want to and hide the perfection, hold close why you speak so lonely for a thankful correction, and lie in the moonlight with your fears and your dreams, no light through your eyelids, you've pulled tight all the seams.
For the lady that exists of no more of glass, can you see deep into her past? Does the light reflect from the surface of her mind, or does it hold the light, and treat it so kind? The light may not show till you look for the glow and make sure you know it's the right place to go... Can you see right through? Do you think she is true? You see your hand as you caress her hair? Do you really believe that she's really there?
I look too far into a empty jar and expect to see a reflection of me... whenever did I think that life would be easy, a boat on the sea of life has sure made me queasy, but that's not to say I haven't been sick, and now the poison has left me quick, so I can sit right back and watch the tide, the sun will show, the sun will hide, there goes the day, lost in the sway, guess that's just going to be the way.
Easy to accept a life of waiting, walls bought to pass time with painting, how shocked would we be if the dream would come true, and I could finally spend my life with you? Come back my hope and sit with me, we can hold each other and watch the sea... come on my laughter and come on my smile, where've you been for all this while? I'm sure I remember how we all used to play, the things we'd do and the things we'd say, but ever since you went away, it was hard to make it through the day...
And now your faces return and I don't feel lonely... a tearful smile returns as I remember our dreams, our passions and oddities, our strengthening beams, the ones that have built us, and now they've welded tight, so I can rock from side to side, and still feel alright.
The thin ice has cracked, and I've met the water, taken my fears to the slaughter, and you know what? It feels pretty good. Just as I kinda thought it would.
And for all I've done and for all I've seen, it's just left me feeling clean, a day has gone, a new one is here, tomorrow brings more, and there's nothing to fear.
And when does it come, when can it ever? (Keep your chin high man, never say never...)
Seconds come hours stay breathing's slow throughout the day wish I could see what's going to be but I guess I must stay and just hope and pray...
Deluded and sickened by the calms of the shadows that exist in our mind to cover up the past, shine a torch through your eyes and see all the corners, thorns can be pulled out and scars can be healed, sure you can show them, your mind can't be sealed, say what you want to and hide the perfection, hold close why you speak so lonely for a thankful correction, and lie in the moonlight with your fears and your dreams, no light through your eyelids, you've pulled tight all the seams.
For the lady that exists of no more of glass, can you see deep into her past? Does the light reflect from the surface of her mind, or does it hold the light, and treat it so kind? The light may not show till you look for the glow and make sure you know it's the right place to go... Can you see right through? Do you think she is true? You see your hand as you caress her hair? Do you really believe that she's really there?
I look too far into a empty jar and expect to see a reflection of me... whenever did I think that life would be easy, a boat on the sea of life has sure made me queasy, but that's not to say I haven't been sick, and now the poison has left me quick, so I can sit right back and watch the tide, the sun will show, the sun will hide, there goes the day, lost in the sway, guess that's just going to be the way.
Easy to accept a life of waiting, walls bought to pass time with painting, how shocked would we be if the dream would come true, and I could finally spend my life with you? Come back my hope and sit with me, we can hold each other and watch the sea... come on my laughter and come on my smile, where've you been for all this while? I'm sure I remember how we all used to play, the things we'd do and the things we'd say, but ever since you went away, it was hard to make it through the day...
And now your faces return and I don't feel lonely... a tearful smile returns as I remember our dreams, our passions and oddities, our strengthening beams, the ones that have built us, and now they've welded tight, so I can rock from side to side, and still feel alright.
The thin ice has cracked, and I've met the water, taken my fears to the slaughter, and you know what? It feels pretty good. Just as I kinda thought it would.
And for all I've done and for all I've seen, it's just left me feeling clean, a day has gone, a new one is here, tomorrow brings more, and there's nothing to fear.