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eternitity is pressed against my eyelids
by brittle fists that i cannot avoid
and though each fingers grip has been relentless
the moments they just keep on slipping by
and i am now aware that i haven't always had been at this moment
sat me there sitting by the fire and blue waiting for you
and though ive been expected
i've never quite accepted that the fire had suddenly gone out
the hands will fall away, the pain appeal
the trees will say its okay
cause i'm scared that theres no answer
cause i'm scared theres no dreamers
in this life of mine there is only time
the illusion of which is gone
all my words are spread across the canvas
no one's seemed to see the things i say
and those these eyes were once those of an artist failure has relieved me of a face
and i am now aware that i am only the brushstrokes on the headstone of a man that never lived
and this oh this, is this, a life that i have failed and i hoped to be forgiven
the fire had suddenly gone out
the hands will fall away, the pain appeal
the trees will say its okay
cause i'm scared that theres no answer
cause i'm scared theres no dreamers
in this life of mine there is only time
the illusion of which is gone
so what is left
waiting to be a man
i hanged myself to the guilt to the end
with your eyes open you stand standing still
we got a lot to say, got a lot to do
boys are in the street
they just want to do what they want
we dont care how
Translate to:
eternitity is pressed against my eyelids
by brittle fists that i cannot avoid
and though each fingers grip has been relentless
the moments they just keep on slipping by
and i am now aware that i haven't always had been at this moment
sat me there sitting by the fire and blue waiting for you
and though ive been expected
i've never quite accepted that the fire had suddenly gone out
the hands will fall away, the pain appeal
the trees will say its okay
cause i'm scared that theres no answer
cause i'm scared theres no dreamers
in this life of mine there is only time
the illusion of which is gone
all my words are spread across the canvas
no one's seemed to see the things i say
and those these eyes were once those of an artist failure has relieved me of a face
and i am now aware that i am only the brushstrokes on the headstone of a man that never lived
and this oh this, is this, a life that i have failed and i hoped to be forgiven
the fire had suddenly gone out
the hands will fall away, the pain appeal
the trees will say its okay
cause i'm scared that theres no answer
cause i'm scared theres no dreamers
in this life of mine there is only time
the illusion of which is gone
so what is left
waiting to be a man
i hanged myself to the guilt to the end
with your eyes open you stand standing still
we got a lot to say, got a lot to do
boys are in the street
they just want to do what they want
we dont care how