and then it was night black waves of depression rolling and crashing over you like a hail storm made of sharpened knives can you see the gaps between my fingers it's running and leaking through my hands the time, this day, this week, this year the thoughts and hopes and ends I fear the job, the house, the kids and wife the pain and struggle of being alive are we alive? are we there yet? there is a difference that's always been there your and me between the gasping and the breathing between the anxious and the fulfilling are we fulfilling it? are we there yet? so hold my breath and I hold yours choke my words and cut my throat when we light the torch and run do we ever consider that we won't find our way back? as soon as the fire fades we will have nothing left to ignite this life again and bring the fire back (the calm or the dead an arm for a leg the cold or the cancer the stiff and the dancers) the good or the bad never done wrong and never went back stayed at the place, where they once met home is home is homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
