The quiet refuge she creates in her mind, she locks the door and leaves the war behind He grabs his keys and speeds away in his car, but runnin' never gets him very far
Hard-workin' parents but just too hard to please, they saved to give me opportunities To them the world is here to crush and confound, a barbaric, uninspiring, battleground Depressed and jaded by the world that they see, I just wish for once that they'd believe in me I see a road that's all horizon and sky, a yearning this old town can't satisfy
A flag and medal and a signed PMC, a tax-free, one-time, death gratuity My daughter's wedding, in a word ‘bittersweet', they raise their glasses to an empty seat In equal measure both the hero and fool, ‘try to move on' becomes the family rule Words fill the vacuum like wind through the trees, meaningless monuments and eulogies
Our days on Earth are numbered, we don't see it in our youth, but alone here on my island I can sense the hidden truth A prisoner to my actions, all the things ‘I had to do', an orgy of distractions that took me away from you Inflexible opinions and my idiotic pride, are all I have to show for all this emptiness inside Appreciation unexpressed, the things I should have said, to the voices in my headTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
