The season's over The season's done Too slow to notice The fire's gone So thin on the ground With a chemical heart And a cheap excuse I've played my part A torch to the error And a cold hard look in the eye I wonder why You still wander 'round in rain A torch to the error And a cold hard look in the eye I ask you why You still wonder... Run as long as you can 'Til you know what I mean Not even the rain Can make me clean The content of those tiny hours Contemplate the price of those shadows Ever screaming toward the anvil What was the price of those shadows, brother? A torch to the error And a cold hard look in the eye I wonder why You still wander 'round in rain A torch to the error And a cold hard look in the eye I ask you why You still wonder 'round in rain A face to the terror And a long sharp stick in the eye I can't deny My trespass in poor domain A face to the terror And a long sharp stick in the eye I still decry Your judgment Your vanity Your name (Carry on) I found a new ring; taught it to believe again No broken memories remain -- no bloodsick "friends" The years behind us have all taken wing In ill-remembrance of a Mad Drunk King Those who go hiding all their tears in wine Will find that they've grown rotten on the vine So carry on, dear brother -- I wish you well (Just carrion) With brighter days in mind -- so long -- farewellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
